Have you got any weird and unexplainable childhood memories? I have one or two strange things that when I think back on them I still wonder what happened.I'll share in yellowtext

>Be at uncles house, all the kids (me, my cousins and brother, some other random kid) are upstairs playing round. All the adults are downstairs.>Theres no toys in the house, we're just messing round with old exercise equipment in the hall>Strange noise (like thunder almost) comes from a bedroom>We all go up to the door to investigate and push the door open. The group of us cram in through the doorway.>The girls had gone in first, they start screaming and pushing back out the room>I look up and see glittering golden object on the ceiling. The best I can describe it is like a fat cylinder covered in golden disks like coins.>The object is rolling across the ceiling towards us, the rumbling noise is coming from it.>Everyone turns round and runs out screaming>We run into another room and hide under some covers. I remember the look of shock and fright on my cousins face.>Adults run up the stairs because of the commotion. We get told off for making so much noise and for going into rooms we weren't supposed to.>Never mentioned again

I know people will say we saw a lamp shade or something, but I clearly remember it rolling across the ceiling, and coming towards us. Imagine a can rolling across the floor, but filmed upside down. It was like it was defying gravity. And we all got scared of it at the same time, no idea what it was.

another time

>Be a kid, sitting alone watching TV >My dad comes in from outside, walks through the room and down the hall>I follow behind him because I want some food or something. Im calling out "Dad, dad" but he doesnt answer>He walks down the hall to the back-end of the house, I'm still following and calling him>He walks into the room at the end of the house and closes door behind him. I walk in right after and look round.>Nobody is in the room. The thing is, there is no way out of that room apart from the door I just went in through. >Walk out confused. How did he disappear like that?>Find parents in another room in different part of house, they had been there the whole time.>Who the fuck did I just see?

Thing is, the room where he vanished was the room that always gave me the creeps for no reason. It shouldn't have because it was the room where all my toys were kept, but I hated going in there even before that incident. Whenever I was walking away from the room I would get the urge to run because I felt like eyes were watching me in there.

> be around 10 years old, the day is exceptionally hot and sunny> running around the neighborhood with a couple of other kids> want to hide under some stairs next to a window> see a green grasshopper on said window as long as an adult person's arm> stare in horror for a while, run away

I know I was probably exaggerating because I was a little kid with wild imagination and insects scared the shit out of me (they still do). But I still can remember my 10 year old self comparing the size of that thing against the window and realizing how fucking HUGE it is.

I saw a stubby torpedo shaped UFO when I was 6 or 7. It was flying slowly and steadily over some apartement buildings. It had an odd black and white chessboard pattern on it and a warm yellow light on it's flat end.

At first I thought that it was a "space rocket" - I was a little kid after all. It didn't leave behind any smoke or other kind of trails and it moved slower than even an airplane would. It didn't make any sound either.

I watched the thing for maybe around 30-60 seconds. Then I started to feel like there was something weird going on, got creeped out and went back inside. I never told anyone about it.

I've later on thought that maybe I misidentified an airplane but it's shape wasn't anything like normal aircraft have and it moved so slowly. And since it was close enough for me to discern it's odd coloration I would have probably seen the wings and other normal aircraft parts had it been an airplane.

I love these threads, I love the chill down my spine when reading of your encounters with the strange and the supernatural.

I have not experienced much myself, a few bouts of sleep paralysis is as spooky as I get these days.

There was one incident I won't ever forget, though. I was around 12 years old. It was late summer, I lived in an old house with my parents and sister.It was a nice place, we had a nice backyard with a big oak tree. The neighbourhood was nice too, many other kids my age to play with, lots of friendly neighbours and their cats and dogs. As great a place as that sounds for a kid to grow up, I was never truly settled in that house. Especially when I was alone.At night the house would creak, the hallway was darker than it should have been given the street lamps that illuminated the front of the house. For years I slept with my lamp on, the darkness was unforgiving to my wild young imagination. But I'll get on with my story.

That night, we were all down the street, visiting a neighbour. It was around 9 PM and I had run home by myself to get something I had forgotten. As I approached the pathway to my door I looked up into the window and saw something that I can still picture clearly in my mind as if it was staring at me right now.

It was a girl - just her head, really, looking out the window at me. I only say that she was looking because I sensed that she was watching me. You could not tell if she was otherwise because in place of her eyes were two dark, empty holes.As if that weren't terrifying enough for a 12 year old, that wasn't the worst part.The worst part was that she looked exactly like my sister.

I remember being frozen in terror for what seemed like minutes but was probably only seconds. My first thought was to grab the dog from inside (thinking back, I don't know why I went in. Today if I experienced this I would nope all the way across town) and run away from the house.I ran back down to the neighbour's, screaming and crying for my parents.Of course when we came back she was gone. Still, I had absolutely no sleep that night, and for many nights after that.

We moved away not long after, but every time I walk past that house I think of that figure and wonder if she still appears sometimes.

Years later, I was recalling the incident with my mother. We joked about it, I speculated on whether it was my mind playing tricks or if it was really there. Then she told me something that made me momentarily relive the terror I felt on that night.The neighbour we were visiting back then had three kids, and their oldest son often stayed at our house while we were on vacation to take care of the pets.Long before I had experienced this strange occurrence, he had an experience of his own - with the exact entity I had seen in the window, right outside of the room I saw her in.

Woo, retelling that story gave me goosebumps. Scary as that was, I can't say I would be unhappy if I saw more signs of life's unexplained phenomena. There is something so thrilling in catching a glimpse at the unknown.

>>61271I've posted this stuff on the future's Paranormal board a few years back. I used to live in a house in Niagara Falls, Ontario (Canada) that was built in an area that soldiers used to walk through during the War of 1812. I lived there from the mid 90's up until 2000 (around 10 years or so). The house was right beside the QEW (Queen Elizabeth Way) highway 420.

I was 13 when we moved out in 2000. So here's 5 things I experienced at that house.

I saw the ghost of a soldier in period attire walk through the front yard. I knew about the War of 1812 at that point in time thanks to history class in school, so I wasn't that scared.

2. The master bedroom had 3 closets, and for a period of time, I had the master bedroom for some reason. I kept all my board games in one closet. My sister and I were in the closet looking for a board game to play, and my parents were both downstairs (down a huge 20+ set of stairs, followed by a 180 degree turn to a set of 5 stairs) in the living room. At the time, I must've been about 12 years old, and my sister is 3 years younger than me, so she was pretty young.

All of a sudden, my sister and I hear this very loud voice shout "BOO!". We tore out of the closet, down the stairs to find our parents in the living room watching TV. We told them what happened, they brushed it off and said it was our imagination.

3. At night, I used to see floating colored orbs, floating in random directions throughout my bedroom. They were quite small and sometimes formed chains or intricate designs. They'd even freely float through a wall into another room and back into my bedroom, or through my comforter (bedsheet). I would see them every night. I wasn't scared of them.

Fast forward to a few years ago. I'm 25 now, I must've been 21. It was Thanksgiving. We had our relatives over, and we were talking about ghost experiences. Out of the blue, my sister mentions "At our old house, I used to see these flying orbs in my bedroom at night, they'd float through the walls and float back in". I was shocked and said "You saw them too?! I saw them for years!". Oddly enough, our parents never saw them.

4. On an almost nightly basis, until the night we moved out of that house, I had two different recurring dreams. The first dream mostly happened when I was little. I dreamt I was in a very large room (think a Counter-Strike: Source "rats" map), and there was an attic in the room and I'd hear incredibly terrifying noises coming from the attic. Me being little at the time, I'd fall forward onto the bed and start crying for mommy and daddy.

As I got older, I figured out how to wake myself up, and how to control my dreams. My trick was to make myself go cross-eyed in my dream, and I'd wake up. Onto the second recurring nightmare. Not as scary, but very common. I'd be standing at the bottom of the huge 20+ stair set in the house, staring up into the upstairs bathroom. The sink and bathtub would be running and flooding the bathroom. I'd look down the 5-stair set into the living room and see my parents watching TV, and when I tried to scream for them, nothing would come out.

That's everything that happened during my childhood. The house I now live in is in the same city, about a 10-15 minute drive away from that house. I happened to be walking with a friend on the way home from the Clifton Hill area (because Niagara Falls, tourist city, lol) and to get home, we had to pass by the old house. The old house is near the city's hospital, in kind of a "ditch" area. The driveway is a "shared" driveway because there's another house next door. Up the ditch, next door to the 2nd house is a flower shop that's been there for years, used to be called "Portage Flowers"

I happened to see the people who lived at the house next to my old house, so as me and my friend walked down the shared driveway to cut through the bushes into the crescent behind the houses, the neighbours stopped us to ask why we were walking through. I had mentioned I used to live in the house next to them 9 years ago and the guy proceeded to tell me he's gotten nothing but bad vibes from the house ever since his family moved in, and mentioned that the family that moved in after we moved out had a fatal accident involving their baby who decided to play with the tablecloth and got hung up in it and suffocated.

Oh, one more thing. My cousin passed away about 2 years or so ago. We aren't quite sure if it was accidental or suicide, but one night, just about a year to the day he died, I had a dream where the entire family was over at our house.

Suddenly, someone tapped me on the shoulder, so I turned around and in walks my cousin. I said his name...but because it was a dream, I was unable to go "Wait a minute...something ain't right here".

So I woke up....crying....crying my eyes out. I didn't cry at the funeral...so I think the crying may have been bottled-up emotions finally coming out. I couldn't stop crying for like 5 minutes.

Well my mother happened to be on the phone with my aunt (my cousin's mother) and told her about my dream. Turns out my aunt had an "encounter" with him in a dream a week earlier, where he told her "I can only make 3 calls" and that he would "call her" on a certain night.

That night happened to be the night I had the dream, and it turned out my aunt didn't have any dreams that night because she had taken a sleeping pill to help with insomnia.

The best explanation we've come up with is that my cousin was unable to "reach" his mom (my aunt), so he "called" me.

>>61341Whoa man all your experiences are creepy and awesome. I hate how parents dismiss the nighttime scaredness of children as "just their imagination". Maybe it is, mom and dad, then again maybe it isn't.

>>61343What's weird is, once we moved out of that house everything just...stopped. I've not had any more experiences since. I've not even had either of those recurring dreams again, and it's been 10+ years.

I've been wanting to go back to the house (because again, it's like 10 minutes away. Niagara Falls is a small city) to spend the night and see what happens there. Maybe I'll have the dreams again? Who knows.

>Laying in bed late at night not sleeping, trying to stay up late without parents knowing.>I see a light in front of the door of my room, it begins to take the shape of a sad looking slightly pudgy man.>It walks across from one side of my room to the window on the opposite side of the room. Meanwhile I just stare at it not doing anything.>It then makes its way to the corner near the window and then proceeds to stand there for an hour.>After an hour of standing in the corner doing nothing it then turns around and walks back the same way it came and then disappears.>I tell a few friends about it, only one of them believes me.>This event continues to occur across about a week or two until I finally decide to try doing something about it.>I decide to move a large dresser with the help of a couple of friends into the corner which even sort of awkwardly covered the window.>That very night I saw the same weird depressed looking guy doing his normal walk across the room.>It stopped right in front of the dresser and looked at it for a moment.>It then turned around and stared right at me.>It felt like as if it knew that I had moved the furniture there on purpose.>It stared at me like that for about an hour, I tried to hide under my blankets and pretend it wasn't there.>After lifting my face from the blankets, it was gone.>Never saw it again after that.

Story 2.

>Around the same age as the first story, probably about 7 or 8 years old.>I meet a weird disembodied voice while playing in an area near my apartments.>I start responding to its comments and then the next thing I know I hear it everywhere all the time and begin having conversations and playing with it regularly.>Often while playing along with it, it would play the voices of some of the toys I would play with. I ended up being quite friendly with it.>After about a month of spending time with the disembodied voice, and also being shunned by other kids at my school who thought I was crazy, It asked me for help.>It asked me to build it a "house".>It began telling me that it needed a place to live just like I have a place to live so it explained to me that we were going to build it an easy shelter.>I was instructed to go search for rocks. I looked all over the place and found a bunch but the voice didn't like most of the rocks I pulled.>Finally I find a rock that is sort of shaped like a large wedge and flat on one side. The voice told me that it was exactly the kind of rock it was looking for.>I took the rock home and the voice told me to pull out my finger paints, it reasoned with me saying that in order to make a home complete you must paint it. I agreed and waited for further instruction.>It instructed me to paint a large brown cross with bars at the tips of the cross, then to paint a large red dot in the middle of the cross, last it had me paint the rest of the open spaces on the flat side of the rock with light blue paint.> After the rock had dried, I had a final conversation with the disembodied voice. It told me it had a great time playing with me and was incredibly grateful for the "house" I had built for it.>After that conversation I never heard from that disembodied voice ever again.

Those are the two weirdest stories I have from my child hood. I have another more scary ghost experience but that occurred when I was 19.

>>61346Hey man, that first story is probably one of the saddest ghost stories I've ever heard. That man was looking for something, and it greatly pained him that it wasn't there. You moved the dresser and he felt like he wasn't wanted, so he disappeared.

The second one, though. The second one. Whoa. Wonder what that was?

As for my paranormal experiences... Hmm. I haven't had too many. My mom and sister have, but I think they're just making things up because that's the kind of people that they are.

But there was this one house I lived in. We didn't live there very long, only about a year or so back in 2003. Everyone in my family was convinced it was haunted. I was a bit more skeptical but open to the idea. My mom claimed that things would be moved around on her, but she's kind of a dingbat so I didn't really believe her. The house was old though, it used to be a plantation house and was built at the turn of the 20th century, so that lent some credit to the rumors.

Anyway, one night I'm laying in my bed, which was pushed up against the wall. I'm facing the wall away from my door and I hear it creak open a little bit. The doors were old and kind of a pain in the ass to close so I usually just left it open a crack. I thought it was weird that one of the cats would come up here because they usually didn't go upstairs except to sit in the window at the end of the hallway, but figured it was probably just hungry or something.

Until I remembered that I had put the cats out just before I went to bed. I lay there for a minute and wondered if someone else had gotten up to let them in, when I felt something sit down on my bed.

>nope

It wasn't the feeling of a cat jumping up, it was distinctly the soft and easy pressure of someone simply sitting down gently, as if to put their socks on. I laid still for a while wondering what was going on, then finally got the nerve to look.

Oh yeah, one more. When i was 20 I moved out of state, and it was really my first time out on my own. I was sleeping in one morning when I had a strange dream about my grandad. He was sitting in a chair, looking about as young as I've ever known him. I was excited because I hadn't seen him in a while, so I went over and gave him a hug, and he gave me a kiss on the cheek and smiled, saying something along the lines of, "You kids make it hard to show my love."

No sooner did he utter those words then my phone woke me up. My mom was in tears telling me he died.

This probably doesn't count as "unexplainable" because I knew he was in the hospital and not doing too well, but it seems kind of coincidental. I really like to think that he somehow came to visit me in my dream to say goodbye.

>be around eight years old>family lives in a small house that backs up to a set of railroad tracks, used to be part of a trailer park but we're the only ones left>mom and dad go out one night, sister is left in charge>sitting on couch watching television, couch is positioned in the middle of the living room at the end of a long hallway with its back to it>don't remember why, but happen to glance back just in time to see a man walk into my parents bedroom >being my innocent, trusting juvenile self I belt out 'DAD!' and run to their room>it's pitch fucking black >I cut the light on and look around, no one to be found>tell my sister what happened, she looks too, checks all the locks on all the doors and windows, everything's sealed shut>parents get home an hour later

Still not sure if what I saw was a 'ghost', an actual person or just a figment of my imagination, but I'll never forget it.

When I was about 10(?) the night before my math teacher died I cried a lot. I had no idea why I was crying, but I felt like someone was dying or something (I was scared it was my dog) and the next day we all found out it was him.

When I was really, really young, one night I got out of bed and tried to turn on the lights, but something threw me back. Or pushed me, I don't know. I don't know why I was awake, and I immediately thought "oh shit, a ghost"

Looking back on it, I always was afraid of ghosts for some reason. I'm kind of skeptical now.

The only other thing that happened was when I was 14(?) I set a pen down, turned to go get something, and the pen came off the table and hit me in the back. It might have just fallen. Dunnoh

One last thing, when I was young, maybe 5(?) I had these reoccurring dreams about some scary black shadow figure in a cloak. He even had no fucking joke, a HAT . Every night I'd be attacked by this thing. I'd be walking in the hallway, and this hand would grab me.

I "beat" him once in a dream. I don't remember how, but I fought that dude and won. He showed up in one more dream, then was gone.

The following story won't make much sense unless you've read One Hundred Years of Solitude.

>HIGH SCHOOL, SOPHOMORE ENGLISH

WHen I read One Hundred Years of Solitude for english class in HS, I flipped to the very end of the book after reading the first couple of chapters, and read a section called "Epilogue 1960", which described how the magic had left Macondo; the thatched roofs had been replaced with tin, burros by trucks, children played football in the streets and hide and seek in the ruins of the original characters houses, and the only magic the simple illusions of street performers. The only survivors from the original Macondo were the almond trees that were planted by José Arcadio Buendía early on in the book. As the ancient trees shaded the lanes where cars now rumbled, they alone bore witness to the magic that once existed in Macondo, back before it was corrupted by greed and madness. And once they were gone, the last remnants of the magic of Macondo would be gone too. (partially copypasta'd from a description I actually wrote in HS)

I ended up getting in trouble when I brought it up during class discussion, as anyone who has read One Hundred Years of Solitude knows, that is NOT how it ends. And yet I totally remember reading it, and thinking it was a pretty decently wistful ending. I was totally surprised when I read though the end of the book and found no such epilogue.

>>61392I guess it could have been one of those but the shape was very torpedo or rocket-like. The light it had on was also very unusual, it was like a very large but weakly illuminated area at the flat end of it. Not like a single spot of light.

>>61271I very clearly remember falling asleep in class in like fourth grade and waking up in a cold, dark place. It was silent, and it seemed to soak up my screams. Dunno how long I was in there, but eventually I fell asleep. I woke up back in class, but the board had a different date on it than I'd remembered and we were learning something completely different.

I asked my parents about it, and they claimed nothing was out of the ordinary, other than the fact that I'd apparently gone to bed early and gotten up and gone out to the bus stop all on my own without having to be woken up.

>be 8 or some shit>be chilling in living room>me and my brother watching tv>brother goes to the bathroom>I turn to see my dad running up the stairs loudly and suddenly>ask my brother later if my dad is home>my dad was at work that day>to this day my brother denies hearing the stomping noise when going up the stairs but I know he heard it in the restroom

When I was about ten years old living in Michigan, my family went to Lake Michigan and stayed at some cheap hotel on what seemed like a huge beach. Anyways one day while we were hanging on the edge of a beach me and my brother were playing catch. Being the older brother/douche that he is he threw the ball way over and past my head sending me to recover the ball from a patch of bramble and bushes that was on the edge of a forest leading along the shoreline where the beach ends. As i picked the ball up I looked into the forest and about 50 meters away I saw a weird moving thicket. I stood and looked a bit longer and it started to look more and more like a half person half gnarly bush moving in a really horrific and distorted way almost like the girl from the ring though it wasn't moving any closer or further necessarily , though it was too far for me to really tell. All i remember is feeling so horrified i couldn't move and when my brother came running up he stopped too but seemed less afraid and more curious. After a few seconds more we ran off to tell my dad who was back near the hotel. He just laughed at me and blew it off. To this day, my brother thinks it was a bear but for me it seemed a lot more real and horrifying, excuse my shitty writing style

>be real little like 5 or 6>home alone in living room with big arch like doorway>playing with my army men minding my own shit>when suddenly a lady with a yellow dress and blond hair runs through the door way>NAH NAH NIGGA>book it out of my house without turning off the alarm>posted up in my shed scared as fuck not noticing the alarm has gone off past the safe time>cops show up>have to explain to the pigs what just happened

>Be 6 years old>Trying to adjust to sleeping without a nightlight b/c i am a giant titty baby>about to fall asleep laying on my stomach when suddenly I feel like something is watching me>Get a tingle of electricity up my spine>Gather enough courage to open eyes and look at the mirror in my room since it reflects the area at the foot of my bed>fucking shadow figure with the whitest and widest smile stares right at me through its reflection>HELL FUCKING NO>Scream so loud I wake up my dad in a panic>He turns on the light and what the fuck do you know nothing was there

Also bonus:

>Be 15>Going through this weird depressive stage in my life, experimenting with drugs, etc.>Around this time I've been experiencing fits of sleep paralysis when sleeping on back.>wake up from weird nightmare and fall instantly into a sleep paralysis episode>herewegoagain.png>Hear something crawl its way up into my room and up my walls,ceiling>literally watch as my blankets are pulled off of my body by invisible force>Black toddler side figure looming over my face and ties to scratch/bite at me>Furiously shake self awake after struggling for 15 or so minutes>See blanket bundled up on the floor at the foot of my bed>Refuse to sleep for 3 days

>Be 13>living in old grandmother's house>her house was around sense the late 1800's>I slept in the guess room>one night I awoke to a really loud clawing sound at my door>(mind you all we did not have any pets besides fish)>clawing noise gets closer and i can here it on the rug>oh shit, shit run screaming out the room>wake everyone up>tell grandma and she says "that must be an angel">Bullshit angels don't claw on the ground>I never slept in that room again.

There was no claw marks on the door, but there was a fuck load of claw marks on the rug next to the bed. man fuck that house i never go near old houses because of weird shit like that.

>Be around 11 or 12>Watching tv in the basement by myself>Hear my mom loudly calling my name from inside the storage room (door was closed too)>Pretty sure my mom was upstairs>Yell towards the room "What do you need, mom?!">Mom's voice coming from UPSTAIRS saying "What? I didn't say anything.">"Ok...." Forget it about it, back to watching TV>Same voice calls me again 20 minutes later>FUCKING NOPE>Ran upstairs and didn't go down there by myself for over a month

Only time that ever happened. Fast forward 13 years...

>Little cousin's (10 yrs old) family comes over to visit>I'm playing with him in the basement>I go upstairs to get a drink>Come back downstairs>Cousin: "Is my mom upstairs?">"Yeah">He looks confused>"Cousin: "I just heard her call me from in there" >*points to storage room*>Memory of that happening to me comes flooding back>Give him some bullshit excuse about the acoustics in the house.

I don't fucking know what would happen if either of us went into that room..

>I was around 5 or 6>sitting in the kitchen by myself, on the floor drawing/coloring on some paper as I often did, hunched over or on my stomach>feel a very slow, gentle hand on my left shoulder>look behind me>no one>kind of confused for a moment, then went back to drawing>soon after I remember my mom crying and generally being sad, which carried on for a few days>I didn't tell her about the hand until many years later>my mom tells me that that was most likely the day my great-grandmother (her grandmother) died, which is why my mom was sad

I consider it a good omen, like my great-grandmother was reaching out to me and letting me know everything would be ok. Still kinda creeps me out though, and I can vividly remember the feeling of that hand.

>be about 9-10yrs old>just moved into my brother's old room>laying in bed, trying to sleep>always kept the door open as a child, and it's right in my line of sight>suddenly see a 6-7ft tall bipedal ant-creature peer around the corner of the door momentarily>too scared to get out of bed, so i just shut my eyes and duck under the covers until i eventually sleep>never brought this up to anybody until i was 15 and talking to my brother about creepy paranormal stuff>when i tell him what i saw, he freaked the fuck out and said he saw the same thing

also in this same room, at about 16yrs old

>talking on the phone, awake, but it's late and i have the lights off>look over to one side of the room and see a huge white orb momentarily>happened several times upon waking in the middle of the night>never creeped me out though, never made me feel weird like the ant thing did

>live in a two story house, room on second floor>go to bed for the night>wake up in the middle of the night for no reason>nowadays I have a strict 'just close your fucking eyes and go back to sleep rule'>at this time, I didn't, and the moonlight caught my eye because ot seemed to be pretty bright>notice a tiny and crawling back and forth on the window seal (never seen an ant that just sat still before, it had no direction in mind)>get up to kill this thing before it bites me>realize the ant is staring at me and moving its antennae up and down>for some reason, I wanted to poke it to try and scare it, it was just such an odd ant>slowly put finger towards it... Right as I'm about to touch it>ZAP I see fucking light like a static shock and it zapped/bit me>it fucking hurt. In dreams, you wake up when that shit happens. I have before>the thing turns around as I grab my finger and say OW>runs and jumps out of my window at faster-than-ant speed>I actually lean out and watch it fall to the ground>I go back to bed thinking it was just an ant>the next morning I realize not only is my window closed, the screen doesn't move>I have to little dots of a scar on my finger as well>what the FUCK was that ant?

>about 5 years old>would occasionally wake up naked >next to my bed, or under my rocking horse, or on top of the bed>that last one is weird because in each incident, the bed was tidily made, and my pajamas were folded and sitting at the foot of my bed>ask parents about this>ihavenofuckingclueletsjustignoreit.jpg>at the same time, my big sis has been talking about a visitor that comes to her bedroom at night>Mr. Mr.>described him as the typical grey alien figure, without even fucking knowing what an alien is>activity continues up until 3 years later when we move out of that house

my sis and i don't know at the time, but our mum is convinced she has been abducted by aliens several times throughout her life

>be 8 years old>new house is definitely an old house>about 200 years old>occasionally hear footsteps in empty rooms, or smell the strong scent of whiskey and cigars>mum is recovering alcoholic, 0 alcohol is even in the house>only smokes hand rolled cigarettes. no cigars>will also occasionally hear the sound of a trap door opening, and a rope swaying, taut>most frequent is hearing footsteps outside my bedroom door at night>there's a full length mirror on the outside of my door>big sis uses that occasionally>but she's always to bed by a certain time, and the footsteps sound like the person is wearing shoes>we don't wear shoes inside the house>this happens frequently for a year or two>one night, those footfalls cross the thresh hold of my doorway>when that happens, my room gets 15 degrees colder>the turtles start freaking out>the hamster starts freaking out>i don't know what to do, i stay perfectly still and silent>footsteps walk past turtles, over to hamster>little hammy is freaking the fuck out and completely losing his shit>footsteps move to the foot of my bed>see a depression on my bed where somebody would be sitting>ON MY FEET/ANKLES>crazy chill goes up my legs>entirely numb, motionless>after an indeterminate time, the entity gets up>no longer as numb, but still a lingering chill>footsteps leave room>next morning, my hamster was dead, and the spirit never returned

shit, i've got more stuff relating to aliens but it's not childhood stuff and i'm not even sure what to think about some of that stuff, much less what to think about sharing it, so i think that's it for now. but yeah, that trap door sound scared the fuck out of us all. there was a crawlspace in the basement of house #2 that my mom made me promise to never go near, and she later said there was a demon in there. like, every flavor of weird shit was in there.

one time me and the homies were chilling on this hill that overlooks our city, smoking bowls. there was a crescent moon out that we could see with good visibility, it was right out over the valley and there seemed to be no clouds in sight, it was close to the horizon.

we began to notice that the moon seemed to have a horizontal black band, separated the crescent moon into two slivers. The black band was exteremely thin at first but we noticed, it was growing. And the growing got faster. Another horizontal band began to appear on the top half of the segmented crescent, and pretty soon, there was only a tiny little quasi-triangle of moon left shining. At this point we were pretty weirded out by the whole thing and pretty much couldn't talk about anything for the whole process and long after except to ask "what the fuck is causing that?"

eventually the entire moon had gone black, and it stayed that way for like 2 min before slivers started to appear again, kind of the opposite of the shadows that grew on it before.

and then voila, good as new, for all we know, we were the only ones that saw it

Now obviously, my first thought was that something must have obstructed the moon. Probably a cloud, but goddamn, it was mighty difficult to see for something that can blot out moonlight. So I've also postulated that shadow spells were being cast on the surface by lunar beings

>>61346i have a simmer story, that happened when i was like 3 and 4. i had a imaginary friend, named sandy that was a 15 or 16 year old girl and would play with me. kind of like a really cool babysitter. i don't remember at lot about her, in fact the only really clear memory i have was when i was 4 or five she came into my room. i remember i was really happy to see her then she very quickly almost right away. told me that she had to leave, an we couldn't hangout anymore. i started crying an telling her she couldn't leave. she kept telling me she had too, while looking sad. then she just faded away, and that was the last time i saw her. i started crying really hard at the point an my mom came in an asked what happened. i told her that sandy died.

she was really nice, an a good friend of mine at that time. an i think she left `cuz i was getting older. me an my mom still talk about it today

Alright time for me to add my part to this thread. I've seen some shit.

>14 years old>sleeping>Full moon out that night>door out of room is at the foot of my bed. Door opens to a hallway with a bathroom straight ahead. Bathroom door is left open and the window in the bathroom is big, with the moonlight shining into the bathroom>always always always shut door to bedroom and latch it>so I'm sleeping>wake up suddenly for no reason>moonlight shining in through bedroom windows>notice it's freezing in my room, wrap blankets around myself tightly>door suddenly unlatches and opens incredibly slowly, squeaking audibly on its hinges>stops swinging open just short of banging against the wall>expect to see bathroom illuminated by the same moonlight making my room so bright>see pitch black abyss instead>momentarily feel puzzled by this and consider getting up to investigate, I mean, why did my door just open?>suddenly notice something standing in the darkness as my eyes adjust>white silhouette>figure moves forward into my room, just barely coming inside>it's a little girl in a white nightgown>something is not right, but my brain scrambles for an explanation and I think it must be my little sister out of bed because she had a nightmare, brain momentarily struggles with the fact that I've never seen her wear some Colonial era full body nightgown>notice the little girl's hair is black and long>little sister's hair is brown and short>brain goes silent>little girl's head has been staring at the floor the whole time>she looks up, directly at me>hair falls back from her face, her skin is the color of ash and her eyes are just black, rotted sockets>want to scream, can't, absolutely frozen solid with fear>girl begins to DRIFT closer to my bed>struggle ensues on a fucking psychic level >finally manage to move myself, violently jackknife out of bed>girl disappears but my bedroom door is wide open

Now, years later my family moved out of the house. I told my family about this story and my mother, sister and brother all immediately told me something that brought me back to that night. They were in my mom's bedroom helping her pack up when my brother said "who is that?" pointing outside the bedroom to the long hallway. All 3 of them looked to see a little girl in a white nightgown walking down the hallway away from them.

I've always been interested in astral projection, since I was little and first heard about it. I was raised Catholic and though I don't believe in the religion anymore, I was brought up with the assumption that the spiritual world is real. I was an atheist for a while in my preteens, loved all the typical icons of young students of science and wanted to study biology when I graduated high school, either specializing as a marine biologist, geneticist or bio-engineer. I knew about sleep paralysis, psychosis and all of that. Things changed though, maybe it's just the impact childhood belief imprinting has but my denial of an afterlife never stuck.

Anyway I managed to astral project one night and travel back to the old house. I walked into the old hallway, then turned to the bathroom and the little girl was there. She saw me and grabbed my wrist with a grip that felt like an iron vice. I panicked for a second but something told me not to be afraid and, I let go of the fear. Her grip changed immediately and instead of a vicegrip on my wrist I felt a little girl holding my hand. She pulled and led me into the room that used to be my bedroom and sat on the floor. I sat opposite her and looked down to see an old fashioned game of jax, with the red ball and the little metal caltrops. She bounced the ball and scooped them all up before the third bounce, then looked at me, hair still covering her face at this point.

I was about to take my turn when the door to the bedroom burst open like a gunshot and light poured into the room. I woke up in my bed back at the new house immediately.

>be 7-8>moved into a new house in rural ohio(my parents built it)>my mom is yelling at me about something that I don't remember now>throws me in bed, she's screaming, i'm crying>there's a man behind her that shouldn't be there, sitting where there is nowhere to sit>blacker than black, black skin black clothes black shroud around him, black wide-brimmed hat>just staring at us>MOM, WHO IS THAT BEHIND YOU!?!?>she ignores my query and continues yelling>don't remember anything afterwards

>I had a nightlight with mickey and minny mouse riding a carousel>i swear at night they would actually be moving and going around it

>constantly hear footsteps upstairs when I was the only one home

>one night, come out of my room for some reason, hear typing in the computer room at the end of the hall and a monitor light is on>clack clack clack clack>as I approach the monitor shuts off and the typing stops>turn on ceiling light>nothing.

Really weird place. I also noticed that when we moved out my parents rage subsided substantially, and apparently the couple that bought the house from us got divorced within a year of moving in there. Something really malicious going on there. I would also see mutilated deer carcasses in the creek next to it, but that could very well have just been hunters. I also have dreams every now and again where weird/scary stuff happens there, even though i've been gone for years.

>scratching noise coming from closet that is full of toys that I didn't want to put away>night time>freak the fuck out, refuse to go near it>yell for my dad>he comes in, hears it, is cautious>opens the door>it's a fucking furby that got activated somehow and was doing his little dance

>6-7 years old>laying in bed>hear a very slow, heavy breathing sound somewhere in my room>try to rationalize that one of my parents is snoring because their room is on the other side of the wall>but the walls are thick, i can barely hear them when they're talking in loud voices>plus this is a steady, controlled breathing noise that sounds like it's coming from under my bed or somewhere nearby>rationalize that it's something extremely strange going on with the a/c>15 minutes later, a/c kicks on, noise is still there>get the courage to look under my bed>nothing there or anywhere else in the room>continues until i fall asleep

>12 or 13>been home alone for weeks>on the internet fucking around when suddenly the sound of pots and pans comes crashing from the kitchen>immediately think someone has broken in though i know all the doors and windows are locked>make my way to the kitchen while screaming about how ill kill whoever is inside with a dull envelope opener if they dont leave>notice laying down on the back porch, not barking...>get into kitchen, no pots and pans>look in the cabinets, pots and pans neatly stacked>check all the doors in the house, all locked, windows all locked>wtf?

>12-13 again>home alone for weeks again>hear my mothers voice as if she just got home>mom?>no reply, walk around the house, empty, go back to my room perplexed>here it again, house is empty again>wtf?

>TV randomly turns itself on...and it's always static>volume goes up as high as it can all by itself

>>61854I swear furbies were some kind of paranormal platform for disembodied energies. I never owned one but I had friends and a cousin who all had one locked away somewhere. And I always used to hear it when they went to go get something in the kitchen or whatever.

Friend and I are playing Pokemon via linkcables. Sitting on this couch in my old basement. We had just gotten the basement finished so it was all nice new drywall and carpet. Still had a muffled eerie silence to it though. We are sitting facing each other on the couch. Across from our couch is another one that sits in a different section of the basement and faces away from us(It was like one giant room, no other walls). All of the lights in the basement are on and there are no windows. While playing I notice something on the other couch. It looks like a dog peeking it's head up over the back side of the couch. I could see it's pointed ears, like a doberman pinscher, and the outline of its head. But when I fully look at it it ducks back behind the couch. I only had one dog in that house and it was a jack russel, and it did not play peek-a-boo. So I look back at playing Pokemon. A few minutes later I notice it out of the corner of my eye, I don't look this time. My friend jerks his head toward the couch. I asked "Did you see a dog over there?" he says "Ya but your dog isn't down here is he?" We both realized something was off and it was like I held my breath as we gathered our stuff and silently walked by the couch and upstairs.

While living in that house and that neighborhood I saw a lot of black dog like things. With different friends and by myself. That was about 11 years ago I don't think I've seen one since.

>be in childhood>have one of those toy dogs you can plug music into and it'll light up and you can play with it and whatnot>always leave it next to my bed>make sure to turn it off by pushing it's nose>do this every night>almost every week though at some point it would turn on>the lights on it would be all red>the noises it made on startup were a few octaves lower and much slower>FUCK NO>rip the batteries out>nicetrybro.jpg>stays on, keeps making weird dissonant noises>throw it on the ground and it stops

>be the rest of my childhood while I had it>never put batteries back in it after that first night>continues to happen>mfw anyone who comes to my house would have seen it turn on and do this

This freaked me the fuck out. I never understood how or why but I wouldn't hope such a spook on my worst enemy.

It was one late evening. I say it was about 6 or 7 o'clock 1995. We lived in a two story condo/house. My mother was upstairs and I was downstairs getting ready to eat a banana with a glass of milk. There is a long corridor that's connected to the kitchen and upstairs, and my mother calls me while I'm pouring my milk and I almost while I was going to take a bite out of my banana. So put it down and I run upstairs for about 8 minutes. I come down the stairs and see a "running shadow on the side of the wall heading to the kitchen. I stopped for a second, and began to walk faster trying to catch up too it. As soon as I reach the kitchen the lights are dim and my glass of milk was empty and my banana was half eaten. I walk back slowly and go running upstairs to my moms room.

All kinds of strange things happen in that condo. My mother sold it a year later.

>Neither of these are much childhood memories, but eerie enough. I have an aunt that lives all alone in this huge 5 bedroom home in Western NY, the house is ancient as far as I know. Her eldest son just died in his sleep, no medical explanation, right in his bedroom a few years ago. My uncle, her husband, was ill with cancer at the time, this just made him give up. He followed within 8 months, dying in the master bedroom in his sleep.>Poor aunt, now dying of MS, is confined to the living room. I went over there to clean up some of the old rooms, just felt watched the whole time. Like someone was right there over my shoulder. Kept hearing the floorboards squeaking as though someone is in the hall (Aunt can't make it up there, definitely not her), spend the night in a different cousins room, hear sounds all night. She keeps suggesting I should take the house when she passes, that I'd see it was cared for, but starting to seriously doubt if I could ever sleep here with 3 familial deaths under the roof within a few years span.

>Second. I cleaned fancy homes for a living for a short time around my home town. It was towards the end of my training period, and I got sent with a seasoned coworker to an old home. Walking in, felt ok, nice split level, ornate fixtures and wood floors. "Mary" lets call her, is a gossip. Every other house, she has some juicy tidbit about the owners or home. This one, she didn't talk about. She is very quiet the whole time, except to remark that she only takes this one because they tip big.>We start in Master bedroom at back, get that eerie being-watched feeling. Hairs on the back of my neck are going up the whole time. She is in the gargantuan bathroom while I straighten the room. I keep hearing sounds elsewhere in the house. I chalk it up to it being an old home.>After finishing that, I start work on the 4 spare rooms (its an older couple, no kids, just a few room setup for grandkids to visit) First room has a creepier vibe. Mary moves to a childs room across the hall, starts swearing up a storm. I go in there to check on her, and one of those children's touch-lamps is just blinking rapidly, without rhythm. Like morse code. She is ignoring it, obviously distraught though. Saying, this is why I hate this f***ing house, I told boss man I didn't want it anymore. She tells me this lamp does this everytime, only when someone is in the room though. No faulty wiring, just creepy. She continues, "You think this crap is scary, you have the office next. Good f***ing luck with that bull****. Lets finish and get the **** out of this place" >Go to office, its as eerie as promised. Not a big room, 3 standing lamps on, it still feels closed and dark. Its like I'm squinting to see around me. That watched feeling is tripled in here. It feels so quiet I can hear my blood pumping, and its like the air pressure is different. As I am finishing up (I'm rushing, no lie) the OFF laptop on the desk turns itself on, I'm no where near it, haven't touched it. That Windows greeting sound made me jump a foot. Rest of the house though, outside the bedrooms, feels just fine. No creepiness. Its those rooms.

>I question the rest of my coworkers about this house, turns out most of them had been there, all had the same exact or creepier experiences (rosary on bed frame moving, lights switching or doors moving) and all refused to clean it anymore, only newbies got it, and Mary. As you can imagine, that was my first and last time cleaning it. NOPE NOPE NOPE

>>62069Goddamnit I suck.>>61579I had the tall dark figure dream most of my life, a whole lot more often with sleep paralysis. 8ish feet tall freakishly long arms and sometimes looking like slenderman after I saw the marble hornets. Never did anything but stare, or reach out and touch me all creepy like. I also had a dream about a child several times, escalating over a few years from a child lookin at me in a dream to some freakish toddler sized monster scrabbling along the ceiling to fall onto my chest and start clawing at me.

At the time I was seeing a psychologist. She told me they were archetypes and they signified a problem with my mental self image, I was tearing my self up over certain things that had happened to me and I should try and reconcile with these dreams. I spent a long time thinking about them and how they related to me.

>>Next time I saw the tall figure I told it to stop being a dick. It stopped coming by except when I play stop it slender or scare myself otherwise.

>>Next time the baby thing came back. I hugged it and told it things were going to get better. It disappeared and never came back.

>13 years old>awake to a dream of a dark figure with an ominous aura>look up at it and hear the tail end of the dial-up tone>face changes into several different faces over a few seconds>most terrifying is my grandmas face with her eye's torn out

Age 18: @ Work in an old school

> Walking through a building I don't know> see the end of someone's heel like they're walking into a room> Go to investigate > Lights on in a class room with the word Cut written on the board, no one has been here for 2 weeks...>Erase the board and turn off the light and go about my cleaning>2 weeks later same thing happened to another worker

>>61612The really interesting thing I find about all this, is, you. fucking. KNEW. Yet you lied to the kid. Just like a lot of these stories are adults saying it's nothing and giving bullshit excuses. I find this interesting because I was wondering why children seem so receptive, yet adults seem tone deaf, like how kids can hear high frequencies of sound but as an adult you lose this ability.

The reason it's interesting is because a lot of atheists and so-called skeptics say how they don't believe in any of this shit, but talking to my gf made me realize she really does believe in it, deep down inside, and it simply freaks her out so much she chooses not to acknowledge it.

In other words, y'all NOPEd yourselves so hard over the years that eventually you blocked out your very God given ability to perceive it. It's not that you don't believe, you do, you simply choose *not* to believe because it freaks you out.

A few creepy ass moments in my life... Starting off with earliest to most recent. >1So, earliest memory I ever had was a dream. I had a bunk bed in my family's mobile home, was about 3 or 4. (Kinda white trash parents. Mississippi born and raised.) I had bottom bunk. All I remember is a man opening our closet and stepping out. He seemed to move with finesse, and he was really tall and really thin and had skeletal-like hands. This was around 1995. I didn't feel as if it was a malevolent thing, but was inviting me.

>2

I was about 6 when this happened. I was chillin' outside with my big brother, laying on the trampoline and staring at the stars. I sometimes get these awful feelings, and get scared for no apparent reason, especially when I'm either going back inside somewhere or walking. It always seems to peak right as I open the door too. Anyway, I felt this kinda tingling fear, but I was with my big brother, so it wasn't that big of a deal. Then I started hearing these weird sounds. Like faint gibberygrowling. Anyway, my brother was talking about the stars and what he had learned in class that day, so I kept listening, but the sound grew louder and I could feel the fear piercing my skin. Finally (I say finally because I could feel anticipation, as if I knew it would happen), I heard a screech, and then something bumped my back from under the trampoline.

>So much nope

I ran inside and cried my eyes out. Brother swears he heard it too, and saw a decrepit thing skitter off into the brush. He says the thing had like patches of fur and was covered in sores and scabs.

>3

This one is, well... Here. I was telling my friend about the first story here (The one about the tall, thin man). He started telling me that he's heard a lot of similar stories, and that there's a whole community for it. (Forgot all that, though... Sucks.) Anyway, we're getting pretty high out in the woods and gonna come back and watch Edward Scissorhands, since I'd never seen it. He starts shaking a bit, and I see tears fall down his face. He looks up, and I've never seen such pity or disappointment again since. He asked me why I didn't go. (I assume he meant with the thin man.) I froze. I couldn't even speak. He asked again, and this time I hauled ass away. I was already high and couldn't deal with it. I went inside and started thinking crazy shit. 10 minutes later, he walks in, normal as fuck, and puts in Edward Scissorhands. We don't hang out too much more after that, but even now I'm tempted to ask him about that shit.

>Sometime around Halloween, might even be on Halloween itself.>Late, maybe around midnight or a bit after.>TV is off in living room, Mom and Bitch Grandmother turning lights out and getting ready to go to bed.>Go to living room and walk up to the fake potted plant by the TV.>See red eyes glowing in the plant and get unbelievably itchy all over after seeing it.>Freak out, scream and run to mom.>Obviously they don't really believe me but they comfort me and get rid of the thing.

No idea what the hell that whole thing was about but in hindsight I think my mom might have at least some what believed me since that old house we lived in had to be haunted since my grandmother lived there for a long ass time and she is an evil, abusive bitch who is so engulfed in negative emotions and greed, plus when ever I had to go into her room by myself I would always get a chill, feel like I'm being watched and hear a faint moaning sound, so faint that I was never sure if it was real or just in my head, kinda like how voices and sounds are in dreams and how their not really audible but you can "hear" them anyway. And mom always thought she saw shit in the shadows.

I would not consider my abnormal encounter as a child to be a ghost story, though I did have encounters with ghost-like anomalies as a child. But I can only faintly remember those and can't describe them well. But this happened when I was a little girl, probably 7 or 8. I was living in the same house with my parents and brother that I still live in now, though my brother moved out years ago.

It was early night time, probably only 8 o clock at night. Before my bed time. I was in my room playing with beanie babies, my favorite toys. Recently I had been very upset because my young cat (not much older than a kitten) had gone missing, cats have always been my favorite animal and I loved it. I let the cat outside as much as it liked because I was too young to know different, and we live near a desert area with some coyotes. Often when cats go missing around here it's because they run off into the desert and get eaten, or run over by a car, etc. It had been weeks since my orange tabby had been missing and I still walked the neighborhood looking for her often. So there I was, playing with beanie babies, when all of a sudden something hits my window, very loudly. I hear cat screeches, and clawing sounds, and open my curtains to see a cats bloody body (it appeared to be my orange tabby, by the way) slip down my window like someone purposefully threw the poor cat straight at my window, and it was trying to grab hold of the window ledge but failed. I scream aloud and see it fall to the ground, the driveway, two stories below. There is blood on my window. I scream for my parents that someone threw my cat at the window, and go rushing down the stairs and out the front door to try and rescue her. My orange tabby isn't in the driveway. There is no blood anywhere, no cat fur, and nobody in the street or anywhere around except for me and my parents and my brother who came to check what the commotion was about. I literally freaked, I looked up at my window and saw no blood, even though seconds before it was there! I go back into my room and open the window and there's still no blood. My parents say that it was my imagination, and that I am getting too upset over my missing cat. I swear to what I saw and heard. There is no mistaking seeing an animals body flung at your window and fall to the ground, screaming. There was no mistaking the blood I saw. I was an imaginative child but I always imagined beautiful fantasies, not grotesque horrors. I could never imagine something as horrible as that, and it permanently scarred me.To this day I cannot explain what happened. I never saw that cat again.

>>61889Thats spooky as fuck that you both saw the same thing. It reminds me of something that happened to me

>Be maybe 9 or 10>Camping with family and friends>The campsite has an arcade and playground and stuff, so the kids are left to run around on their own in the day>one day I decide to explore the place alone>walk down some road and find a path that leads into the woods>walk deep into the woods. It isnt a huge forest, just a small woodland at the edge of the site>feel like I have walked further than I ever have before. Its probably not that far, but being just a kid and being alone on this adventure made the distance feel much further.>start to get a creepy feeling like I am being watched (a feeling I still get to this day when walking in forests alone)>the feeling gets more and more intense the further I go, but I just keep on walking deeper into the woods>ahead of me is a large fallen tree across the path. Its pretty big and I will have to climb over it to get past>as I get closer I notice 2 black triangles peeking up over the top of the log>they are a dogs ears, and they are pointed at me. It is as if the dog is poised behind the log listening intently in my direction.>There is something surreal and other-worldly about the situation. I cant explain it. Its like the dog is waiting silently for me. I can only see its ears and they are not moving at all, it doesnt make a sound and there is nobody else around. I get an intensely creepy feeling from it, you could call it a hunted feeling.>Ive stopped in my tracks by this point. I look at it for a few moments before noping the fuck out of there, turning on my heels and running all the way back.

It wasnt until years later that I learnt about the black dog legend, in which a hell hound would appear to lone travellers and cross their path. its not a legend concerning that specific area, but more of a countrywide folk tale.

Another weird childhood memory concerning animals....

>be staying with grandma, 7/8ish year sold>one room always feels a bit spooky so I usually stay in the other room>this time I am made to sleep in the spooky room>wake up in the middle of the night, room is dark but there is enough light from the window to see by >a cat is sat on the bedside table, right near my head. it is black and looking up towards the ceiling>grandmother doesnt have a cat. I have no idea what it is doing there>I look away, hiding under the covers because there is something about it that I dont like at all and I dont want the cat to know that I have seen it.>peek back after a few minutes.>the cat is looking directly at me>the face is fucking weird. like all its features are tiny and right in the middle of its face. this isnt any normal cat>freak out and hide under covers. wait until morning. no sign of the cat ever again

I tried to photoshop what the cat looked like. I know it looks dumb as fuck, and like a woll smoth image but imagine seeing that sat next to your bed looking right at you in the middle of the night..... never slept in that room again.

>Age 4>Remember going to bed one night>Remember laying awake for what felt like hours>Remember finally falling asleep very late into the night>Have never remembered waking up from that night, but can remember waking from others prior>19 years later>Nagging, ever present sense in the back of my mind that none of this is real

>be a long ass time ago>don't remember how old i was, i just remember being young>was a mean mother fucker>me and a friend were at a neighbor's house across the street>making fun of the girl who lived there and was younger than us>She had an obsession for eating worms and dirt>bitch starts crying hysterically>snake comes out of a hole in this small concrete wall behind her>Starts hissing>looked exactly like a cobra>ran the fuck back home as fast as i could>weird part is that this was in new jersey, 15 minutes from NYC.

I was eight, and we lived up in the country with hills and valleys and shit. Usually I'd just wander around the valley, exploring and having childish adventures. At some point I traveled maybe seven miles from my house and I was taking a break when I see a really tall black figure walking in the distance. I couldn't figure out if it was a person or what so I just continued staring for a while.

Well, the figure was really thin, had disproportionately long limbs (arms/legs/torso) and was just... black. Completely black. And it walked like it would fall over at any moment.

So I eventually got up to walk in its direction, but the closer I got, the faster it walked. I eventually lost it over one of the hills and it disappeared.

I am eleven, and we had moved to the city about three years ago. My father had become a raging alcoholic, and had a habit of locking me outside or kicking me out whenever he felt like it. During this time I took to sleeping at the park just a few blocks away. I was scared of being hurt by strangers so I would sleep on the highest point on a shitty old wooden jungle-gym that was too old and built too high to be safe.

One night I slept propped up against a wooden post on the high part, but it was windy and I kept hearing people talking. Eventually I looked to see who the hell was keeping me awake, only to see the park was totally empty. Then I started hearing kids laughing really loud from the far end of the park. Their laughing started to move like the kids were running or something. But even when they were laughing directly under the jungle-gym, I didn't see ANYONE. I was freaked out and pulled my hat over my face to ignore it. They shook the fence by the basketball court and were flinging the swings around and making a racket, but each time I looked there was nobody there.

Needless to say, I stopped sleeping there and started sleeping in my friend's garage.

Wow. You guys really have seen some shit. Mine ain't really that creepy at all.

>Getting picked up after school by a lady who carpools a bunch of different kids home. >Aaaaannnd, we're off. I'm just sitting at the window seat on the left side of the car not talking to anyone. Just kinda looking out the window at each house as we pass.>Look further up the road about 4 or 5 houses down.>See what looks to be a really old man in some farmer/scarecrow attire standing completely still on the porch. >He looks like he's in deep thought just staring with his head tilted slightly down looking at the grass.>The whole time we are driving past him(which really only may have been about 45 seconds max) he doesn't move a single inch. I keep my eye on him as long as I can and nothing. No movement whatsoever.>Afterwards I'm wondering if what saw was even really there. I also thought it could have been a scarecrow someone put out there. >But I drive past that house almost everyday since I live a street away, and never not once have I seen a scarecrow out on the porch.

Sounds like a fake memorey influenced by cartoons. I can't really give examples, but I remember seeing such anti gravity chambers in several cartoons and as the stupid kid I was, I also thought they must be real.

ive actually got a couple of different weird stories that happened to me, but this ones definitely one of the creepier ones that i feel i should share, because it scared me shitless.

So i'm probably about 15 at the time of this incident, i'd gone to stay the night at my old best friends house that i hadn't seen in a very long time. His mom has passed away in their living room a couple of years prior, which is the key part of this story to me. Well there's three of us, my old best friend cody, and this other kid dustin. The only other person in the house aside from us 3 is cody's dad who's like 6'5" and pretty heavy dude, and plus this house is small and pretty old so if he'd got up for something we definitely would've heard it. Cody had fallen asleep around midnight so dustin and I stayed up all night playing xbox, just hanging out bsing. it gets to probably about 3-4 in the morning and by this point in time we're standing in the middle of the room talking intensely about something while cody's passed out on the bed a couple of feet away from us. we're both standing there in mid conversation when out of the blue the door handle starts shaking and twisting back and fourth violently, as if somebody is trying to open the door but can't. and when i say violently i mean very frantically. And then it just stops. Dustin and I both look at each other like what the shit was that. I say to him "did you just see that"? and he confirms it. both of us are scared shitless, because the thought about his mom dieing in the room on the other side of the door crosses both of our minds. Me being the ballsy type, i open up the door to check and see if anybody is out there. Nobody, just a dark empty living room. Cody's dad is still passed out. I'm not really worried because his mom loved me, not like she'd mean any harm. But i do know it had to have been her. And just to magnify the situation, as soon as i open the door and look out, i notice the memorial with his mom's urn up on a cabinet, directly across from the door.

The image of that door knob twisting/shaking violently is still burned into my skull.

>i was probably 8-10 years old when this happened.>used to live in an old two floor house.>my room is on the second floor, at the very end of our house and there is a street light outside my window.>couldn't get to sleep, keep tossing and turning around.>lay on my back and open my eyes, that's when i see it.>something walks out from my closet at the foot of my bed, it stands in front of the window, blocking the light.>it is as if it were a perfect shadow, as if someone took a cookie cutter to the fabric of the universe.> i have trouble making out the shape at the time, but i can see that it is turning it's head, looking around the room.> i stay perfectly still as it continues to turn and look around the room.>it just... leaves. it just turns and walks to the door of my room behind me and leaves.>ask everyone in the morning if anyone was near my room, no one was.

after a few years i had forgotten about all of this for some reason, but then i saw the picture from this site in some kind of creepypasta thread.

the shape of the thing that i saw finally made sense, and i learned that other people have seen it too. i have had sleep paralysis before, and this was not sleep paralysis.

the only other weird thing i experienced was much more recent.

>few years ago, when i was around 17->visiting grandmother's, i like to go for long walks around her neighbourhood at night.>was a bit bored, and way too into /spooky/ stuff at the time, decide to say "if there is anything out there, you can walk with me" on a whim.>of course, nothing happens, and i forget about it.>30 minutes later, almost back to grandma's i hear something.

it sound like something is running, the sound is coming from a few yards from in front of me.

>the sound gets louder, it's moving towards quickly>sounds like something is fucking CHARGING at me.>the sound stops right at my feet>nope all the way back home.

i learned later that my grandma's neighbourhood was built on a mass grave, but i am not sure that has anything to do with my experience.

>16 years old living with my mom >Go to bed around 10pm>wake up around 12:30am, drenched in sweat, heart racing and what I can only describe as a sense of shear terror and impending doom.>Open my eyes to see four people in my room, 2 in each of the far corners, all looking at the floor, dressed in Victorian outfits, 3 men 1 woman.>As soon as I register them they all look up at me at once, their heads move from looking at the floor to being fixed on me with no transition, like on insidious when he's on the 'other side'.>Absolutely convinced that because I have seen them they have to kill me.>My the time my mom came in I had smashed everything off my window ledge, ripped the blind off the wall and was trying to stomp my window out to escape. Screaming in terror the whole time.

2 months later in the same house...

>Wake up around 2 am to the same people watching me sleep, this time no sense of terror (although I was pretty scared). >Decide to prove to myself that they don't exist so I get out of bed to confront them.>They all run through a huge wooden door on the wall next to my bed.>Door doesn't exist but dream logic prevents me from registering this. >As I chase them I seem them disappear down a long stone corridor and the door shuts behind them.>Start scratching around at my wall trying to find the door handle.>Decide to turn on the light so I can see the door handle and as soon as I do I wake up fully.>Stand there for a couple of minutes thinking wtf was I doing then go back to bed.

> The little boy in the doorway smiles at mom and he has pointed teeth.

Ugh! Now I won't sleep! That detail about the pointed teeth really caught me off guard. It's really unsettling in the context of the rest of the post somehow. I kind of saw it in my mind as I read the words, so I was picturing a kind of tragic figure like the kid that died in the fire - a victim - but then the smile reveals a very different possibility.

I was probably twelve or so, I was asleep in my bed and woke up because I'd heard someone speaking to me, I saw someone in what looked to be a long white night gown standing in my doorway (I slept with the door open at the time), still groggy and eyes still hazy from just having woke up, I thought at first it was my mom and then realized that the person standing there was not only not my mother, but that she was almost 'see through' (for lack of better description. The women then turns around in an unnaturally fluid motion and moves out of view.

When it happened I think I just thought I was dreaming or something and went back to sleep, but upon recalling the incident afterwords I am almost certain I had seen a ghost.

I remember when I was very young, maybe around 4 or 5, I lived in a crappy trailer park with my Mom and Dad. If I remember correctly they were having marital problems and for whatever reason I was sleeping in my Mom's bed with her. My mom would leave the door open for me and the hallway light on. For a few nights in a row, in the light shining in through the hallway I remember seeing a shadow, which looked like it was walking up the hallway. It never walked passed the door into the room, and I never walked out to actually look so I never saw any figure. Like I said, I never actually saw anything but the shadow, but just for maybe 3-5 nights in a row, something was standing outside of that room...

>5-6 years old>sick grandmother is staying with us for a little while. Uses my room as bedroom since i was a huge faggot and slept with my 'rents.>one night, i wake up at like 5 AM to hear my dad screaming and my mom scrambling around>grandmother had died in my bed >police/coroner/ambulance arrive, do their thing>eventually I'm allowed back into my room later in the morning>don't wanna go in much because holy shit a person died in my fucking bed>finally do walk in to grab some toy while parents are in the living room sorting things out>Now, the way my house was originally built, it had two doorbells. One for the main front door, and another side bell that actually was in my room at one point>had been disconnected for about 5 years before I got there when I was not even a year old >i hear this fucking doorbell go off, but quietly. Like a toy with dying batteries giving up. I know it's not the main doorbell, because it sounds totally different>NOPE out of there but don't know why>END pt 1

PT 2

>2 years later, I'm in my room playing with my kick ass playstation because I'm a big kid now>parents all sad because this was the anniversary of my grandma's death (in my bed, remember)>the bell goes off again, with the same dying tone that it had the first time i heard it>I immediately turn off my game of crash bandicoot without saving because that's how scared I was>bolt from the room

I moved out of that house when I was 12 because my dad had this new hobby of fucking other people, but I never heard it again. My dad still lives there and I stay there sometimes (I'm 20 now) and that room is still mine. No more vibes though. I like to think that it was my grandmother's spirit telling me that she's still watching over me. I think she quit when I started getting boners though.

>>62933Got chills throughout the entire thread. But that link is personally disturbing for me.

I've gotten sleep paralysis ever since I'd tried astral projecting as a kid after reading a few too many books. Later, when I'd grown into a depressed/angry teenager with a personality disorder, the 'astral projections', or *extremely* vivid, lucid dreams, or whatever they were, became a lot darker and pretty disturbing. Also, my mom and I had some pretty violent arguments, and we'd sometimes go days without speaking.

I started having dreams of some sort of evil presence(s?) throughout the house. In one, I saw a dark, malevolent form for a split second in the mirror in the bathroom. After that, I woke up, paralyzed and terrified. The fact that I couldn't move had me a little nervous, but it was nothing I hadn't experienced before.

On another occasion, I was watching t.v. when I clearly heard loud breathing in my right ear. NOPED it right the fuck out of the room.

One time I was dreaming about being in the living room when the shadow returned and flew across the top of the wall. I could clearly sense malevolence. I woke up immediately after that, and was paralyzed, like last time - but this time there was a cruel laughing in my ear as I tried to shake myself awake. It was like something was trying to scare me.

The breathing, the black form, the intimidation/malevolence - scary shit. I had no idea so many people have experienced the same thing.

One time a friend and I were doing something in the living room (don't remember what it was, exactly) when we both saw a blue... form in the kitchen for a split second out of the corner of our eyes along with some movement. The movement turned out to be the rug scrunching up. We both looked at the same time, and I asked him if he saw it. "Yeah." We both just stared at it for a while, pretty sure we'd just witnessed some paranormal shit.

My mom died a couple of years ago, and even though we had a rough relationship, we loved each other to death. She was my best friend. I dream about her often and her suffering before she died. The last time I woke up paralyzed was a couple of weeks ago, laying next to my girlfriend. I had dreamt of my mother in pain, like usual, but her form shifted into a hideous i-don't-know-what. Couldn't move when I woke up. Actually, apparently during the 'shaking', I'd moved at least enough to wake up my girlfriend.

Sometimes the sleep paralysis dreams are lucid, sometimes they aren't. If they're lucid, they're usually extremely vivid. I'm talking "I know I'm dreaming, but holy shit this looks and feels 100% REAL. Am I sure I'm dreaming!?" But I hate when it happens, because most of the time, it's as if they're something horrifying waiting in the mind, and if I would just explore it for a few minutes, I'd have to face it. I never have.

One night when i was 14 or 15 i was laying in bed listening to music in my room with the lights off and decided it was too bright so i turned the light off, but there was still enough light to see decently. My room started seeming like it was getting darker and all the posters on my walls started morphing into weird shit, still posters but with malicious gory or different things on them. I then began too see spiders and odd shadows that looked like large monsters, sort of like what is in the picture, they began stomping around the walls of my room for minutes and getting faster and faster till i turned the lights back on, they vanished 10 seconds later or so and would come back the second lights were turned off. Had never happened again

A lot of mine are memories that aren't very vivid and my mind might not remember them the same way after years and years, but...

>be like 5 maybe>in car with mom and dad>old 80's sunroof>stop at a gas station and dad gets out to get more gas>look up and see terrifying, colorful face (red eyes, green and yellow painted face)

I remember it upsetting me, but I don't know what I told my mom since she was sitting right there or if I said anything about it, but I was terrified.

Another time

>age 7ish>parents are divorced>can't sleep alone, too scared>mom basically stays in my room with me until I fall asleep every night>she falls asleep before me though usually and wakes up later and goes back to her own bed>is asleep, I'm awake, looking up at the ceiling fan>soft light from the window casts some slight shadows>think I see tiny animal shadows walking on the fan blade shadows>not afraid, but I sit and watch them every night when mom falls asleep

One more

>Am older, maybe 13 or 14>Visiting dad's house, somehow get on the conversation of the paranormal and his dad and mom (my dad inherited the house when they died)>telling me how my when my brother was little he was jumping on my dad's bed in the room that was my grandma's while my dad is cleaning up>brother stops jumping and points out the door down the hall going "hey dad, who's that old guy?">dad believes it's his father still watching out for him

My dad also has told me forever about dreams he's had that were premonitions and that his mom had them too. I've had a few that could be loosely called "premonitions" but meh, I don't really buy in to it.

As I was writing that though I remembered one more thing in that same house. I was like 5 or 6 and my cousins and I used to have sleepovers at my aunt's houses or at my grandmas. We were there at my grandma's that night and me and my cousin and my grandma squished in to her bed. She turned off all the lights and I was so scared of the dark at that age. My grandpa had already died and looking back I wonder if it was him or if I just was scared to begin with and saw things in the shadows because of the pareidolic effect. But I remember the bed wasn't against the wall and I was so scared of that. The door was diagonally across from the bed and the door was open. I remember thinking I saw a shadow standing in the door. But it just stood there and I hid my head under the blankets, paralyzed until it went away or I fell asleep.

When I was a little older and I stayed there with my dad every other weekend, I never felt scared, but I remember hearing little noises upstairs where my brother and my bedrooms were. I don't think if there was anything there that it was threatening. But it's weird how you forget these things until you start writing them and remembering.

Over the years I've moved into and out of many, many different houses. It seems like certain houses feel "untainted" while others feel.. tainted. Or haunted. Or something. It's just a feeling I get. If a house is safe, I can sleep easily in it. If not I have major trouble sleeping in it and I experience weird shit.

When I was about 5-6 I used to live in this really fucked up house.

>Every single night I'd end up climbing out of my bed and running into my parents room, terrified>I remember looking out the window of my bedroom and seeing a graveyard in my backyard>I remember being strapped down to my bed and tortured >Clown wallpaper would become animated at night>Mother woke up one night to see a ghostly female figure holding on to a small ghostly child's hand at the foot of her bed>When we were moving out of the house, a box inexplicably shifted itself at the top of the staircase and started rolling down, almost injuring my mother

When I was older, about 14 or 15, I lived in this rotten house where my entire family experienced weird shit:

>Parents swore they saw something jump around in the darkness of a nearby empty room>We all got really ill in that house and kept finding mold everywhere>One night I woke up and saw a robed figure slowly drift in front of my closet and fade into the wall>Parents claimed to have seen the same robed figure outside of their room>Would wake up to the sound of whispering constantly>Slept next to a window, would sometimes wake up and see a light being shone in on me. But there was nobody in the backyard.

I got so fucking disturbed in that house that I regularly slept in different areas of the house. First I changed to a sofa under my loft bed, then I just slept downstairs, then I moved to the guest room upstairs.

In that guest room:

>Sleeping on a couch>Drifting off to sleep, then suddenly I hear a "WHOOSH" and open my eyes to see a face flying towards me.>I scream as loudly as I can but don't move, paralyzed>Nobody comes in to help>Suddenly feel extremely tired and literally fall asleep right there on the spot

The next morning my parents said they heard talking through the walls, they thought I was on the phone, but they never heard me calling for them.

I've lived in houses like the one I'm in now where nothing at all has happened, it just feels completely clean. Don't know if any of this shit is real or if it's just imagination, but it sure felt substantive at the time.

I have a quick one, happened quite recently, thats actually what brought me to this board.

up late playing xbox, drinking. shit need to go pee. get up to go to the bathroom, mind you everyone is already asleep. it has to be at least 2-3 in the morning. walk down dark spooky hallway to get to said bathroom. pass by my moms room, oh shit her door is open. this isnt out of the ordinary. take a quick piss, walk out.hmm door is now closed. think nothing of it.sit down start playing again. couple minutes later gotta get up to take another piss. my moms door is open again. Something is up. shes definitely asleep room is completely dark. I have that quick self talk with myself "if i walk out of this bathroom and door is closed again...GHOSTS"take quick 5 second piss. walk out.GHOSTS.

>me 5 or 6>often would see lights tracing around electric cables behind the TV when room was dark. Never mentioned it to anybody.

>6-8 years>Convinced my troll dolls came alive at night>not sure why i was convinced of this>set up marshmellow in a poorly constructed shoebox trap>next morning troll dolls are in same spots but there is a tiny bite taken out of the marshmellow perfect fit for the troll's mouth

>not childhood, 15ish>driving back in from the city, I'm in boxing after school. the only extra curricular activity I've ever done because dungeons and dragons doesn't count. >tired from punching the fuck out of stuff and being punched. an pilates. pilates fucking sucks.>radio towers everywhere in country. have two flashing red lights to signal planes>tired, I don't realize the radio tower I'm staring at directly in front of the car a few miles away isn't normally there>two lights suddenly move apart in opposite directions and off into the distance>me: "mom, did you see that?">"mom: "no I didn't and neither did you.">me: "...oooh-kay">mom still insists this didn't happen. maybe I was dreaming but that's a stupid dream.

>Be 13>On the train back to boarding school for third year>Talking to my friends about my summer at my Aunt & Uncles (parents died when I was a baby)>About halfway through the trip, feel the train start to slow down>Train comes to a complete stop>All the students are like 'wtf, why did we stop?'>All the lights on the train go off at once>Alright, we must have broken down>Starts to get really cold, windows frost over>Get this really weird feeling, like all the happiness was going out of the world, like I'd never be happy again>See this tall, dark, thin, hooded figure walking down the hall towards me>He gets to my seat, and puts his face right close to mine>Feel like my soul is getting sucked out of my throat>Pass out, and a have a dream about my mom dying when I was a baby

It was really weird. When I came to, the lights were back on and my friends were looking at me, none of them had passed out, but they all claim they saw the hooded figure. One of the professors who was on the train came by and gave me some chocolate, and that helped me feel mostly better.

Here goes mine keep this thread alive guys.. mine although I don't remember it and this is from what my folks tell me and is no less bone chilling than had I remembered it myself.

>about 4 or 5 parents living in one of the oldest houses in my town built in the mid 18 hundreds.>parents go out for a night on the town older cousin babysitting.>she sends us all to bed (me, my younger brother, we'll call him Alex, and keeps my younger infant sister down by her ) at some point I being rather well behaved have no problem doing so.>around 11:30 I come down stairs asking if I can sleep downstairs.>cousin says no you have to go to sleep in your bed>at which point I become hysterrical out of the norm for me saying I HAVE TO STAY DOWN HERE! I WONT GO UPSTAIRS! !!>This was so strange she agreed to let mesleep down by her>I then ask her very calmly, Can you go get Alex and bring him down here ?>she said well whys that?>I reply you have to get Alex before HE gets him>only her and my younger siblings home

I don't remember who this he is and is by no means the only story from that house of horror's and is by no means the most terrifying..this is but a mere sample of what's happened to my family, place still freaks me out and I can only imagine what my cousin felt walking up those stairs to get my brother after what's I said.

I dont know if its really paranormal but when I was young, maybe around 7-8 I used to have recurring nightmares. The thing is I could never remember the nightmare but would wake up so scared and with this...idk feeling that it was the same nightmare that always had me waking up freaked out. Sometimes I'll get a little deja vu feeling of the nightmare that sends a shiver down my spine but other than that I can't remember a single cell of the images in my nightmares

>>63523This is the first time ever on /spooky/, so that can't be it.I have stories too, so shall contribute.

>I've always hated the dark>not necessarily the dark, but what's in it>Maybe 8 or 9> sister and brother (about my age) and my mom are watching a movie>light in hallway is off and mom wants us to go turn it off>convince my siblings to come with me to turn it off>As we near the light switch, everything becomes eerily silent>i reach up to flip it off>as soon I do, the switch flips off by itself>We all stand in the darkness >Sister screams>we noped it the fuck out of there>OFW we enter the room where our mom is

Scary shit happens on the regular

>Around the same time in elementary school>we're lining up alongside the hallway outside the auditorium for a play or something>our teachers are touching up on our costumes and such>lights in hallway flicker and then turn off>teachers go "what's going on?">I look down the dark and the lights at the far end start turning on>could have sworn there's somebody there>a bit of light reveals a person with a gauze wrapped around his head>he's walking towards the kids when the lights turn on and he isn't there>ask anybody if they saw that>wellofcoursenot.jpg

Years pass and I'm still in the house from the first story

>about 15 >am playing in my loft (thats where the xbox is)>hear my brother call for me>kind of like a whisper in my ear>turn and see the the top of somebody's head decsending the stairs>doesn't make noise going down those creaky fucking steps>"what do you want?">silence>thisguy.jpg>I go down the stairs and jump around the corner expecting to see him>nobody is hiding behind the stairs>wait wut?>go throughout the house calling his name>he's in the room opposite the house watching t.v.>"where you calling me, brother?">"I havent even left the room to piss">get chills and leave my console on upstairs until I convince my brother to follow me

>during year 15, my mom buys me a oujia board as a present>we're both into creepy shit>that night brother and I start to play with it>candles and stuff are placed everywhere to set the ambiance >We ask how many entities are in the home cause we know it's fucking haunted>it slowly goes to 6>"YOU'RE DOING THAT! "> "NO YOU!">settle down and ask who is talking to us>sit for 15 minutes without anything happen>It probably was us>we start getting up and we hear something rattling>the planchette is vibrating on the board>my heart sinks and my brother goes pale>it stops>we sit down again and reluctantly put hands on planchette>G-I-R-L>my brother is starting to whimper>"How old are you?">Nothing happens>we say goodbye and put the board back in its case>we say good night and try to go to sleep>i eventually go to sleep and wake up to screaming>my sister is yelling her head off>my family rushes to the room and she is bawling>Completely inconsolable>stammering nonsense until she calms down>"Something growled in my ear!!!!">my brother and I look at each other and know

She couldn't sleep in that room for weeks and things became weirder after that.

>the air in the house begins to feel thick in the following days>i constantly feel watched around the house>just by being in darkness you can feel something with you>Our once normal basement is completely changed>people would get headaches and become either really angry or gloomy>you had the sense you didn't belong there and something was pushing you out>I hated that basement and, sadly, all of our snacks and drinks are stored down there>my brother, sister, and I no longer go down by ourselves>at least one other person has to accompany the other down>our parents think we're over imaginative but I can tell how they talk about it they've experienced something

I have more experiences, but i'm going to take a break.Stay spooked, everyone.

>One night the family is watching a movie together>the restroom is on the left and I see something moving>I just see something small and white moving around>I assume it's my dog and i call her name>i get up and go into the restroom, and, lo amd behold, nothing is there>I don't really understand what just happened and go sit back down>"what's wrong, anon?">"where's the dog?">as I ask, my dog comes in through the dog door on the right of the living room wagging her tail>my brain starts to make sense of what just happened>MFW> my dog starts walking towards the restroom and her tail stops and her ears drop>Everyone is looking at her by now>"what's wrong, girl?">she starts growling and backing up>my parents turn back to the movie like this shit happens all of the time and my siblings keep staring>suddenly she starts yelping and running back towards the dog door

My parents shrug it off like nothing and I look at them with the biggest WHAT THE FUCK look ever. They chalked it up to the dog being still getting used to the house after she had already lived with us for a couple of years already. I wanted to slap them so hard for choosing to ignore this.

It doesn't stop there, but I don't know if you guys want to hear more from me.

>>63540Okay, my 7th story of my haunted life and probably my most spine-tingling,

>was 18 at the time>bought me some mix master skull candies>enjoying the fuck out of them on my bed against the wall>in complete darkness>idungoofed.jpg>jamming out, nothing is bothering me, and my eyes become accustomed to the dark>i can see my drawers on the left side of the room, the door to the restroom>as I look towards the t.v. in the center of my room there is a darker mass standing next to it>I call out to my brother thinking it was him>He doesn't answer and the mass starts walking towards me>i start to get cold and I frantically back up against the wall>i grab at the wall behind me and flip the switch>nobody is front of me>my heart is beating so hard>close to fainting>I get my shit together and run out of the house

I stayed outside until my brother came home from school. That was the last straw for me, and I had the crazy idea to do an exorcism/blessimg throughout the house. That will be my last story.

Once when I was a child I was sitting in my living room watching cartoons with my older sister. She was wrapped up in a big puffy blanket. Eventually she got up and left the room. I remained there for some time watching TV.

At some point I remember turning my head to look at her. I couldn't see her head but It looked like she had tucked her head under the blanked for warmth. At just that moment, the blanked inflated in size as if someone underneath took a deep deep breath. I even heard the air being sucked in.

I didn't think much of it, until I remembered that my sister left and I had not heard or seen her return. I slowly and quietly stood up and crept over to the blanket. I gently pushed on where I figured a shoulder would be, but there was nothing.

My sister was in her room. To this day I am completely baffled. It wasn't scary when it happened, just confusing. I continue to shake my head in disbelief.

>Me and my friends are outside near a house at my countryside>An old lady had just died in that house>It was the middle of the day nd sun was shining>We were just talking about how lovely that lady was for gicing us candy all the time>And suddenly on the second floor windows a figure appeared. It was clear and it 100% had a face. We were stumbled . It looked at us for about 1.5 sec and dissapeared. It moved in from the left really fast , was in the centre for a bit and than dissapeared to the right.

Even writing this story gives me chills all over the body. It was really strange.

I don't exactly believe in the paranormal or ghosts, but I do believe that strange things happen that we aren't able to explain.

One such occurrence took place in a house my family had just moved into, I was about 11 or 12 at the time. The house was pretty much empty, my mother and I were sitting on the living room floor with one of my books that I was reading to her for fun until my father and my sisters arrived with more things. As we were reading, we heard the back door unlock, open, slam shut and then lock again. I'm not sure if that's what we heard, but we both agreed that's exactly what it sounded like. We both looked at each other and agreed to wait outside on the porch for the rest of my family to return, LOL.

Also, since this is pretty much a sleep paralysis thread, I'll post some of my experiences with it

I was just starting preschool so I must have been 4 years old. I remember waking up and seeing this black spots on my wall, some were small black dots but some were rather large blotches of pure, pitch black. I couldn't move, I figured I was "paralyzed with fear" and I kept falling asleep, waking up and seeing the black blotches in different shapes/sizes/positions on my wall. I told my father about them that morning, he led me into my bedroom and showed me that nothing was there. I wasn't entirely convinced. They looked as if you used the "color fill" tool on MS Paint with black, it was simply solid. I didn't know what the fuck to think, at that age.

It wasn't long after the last experience that I had another episode with sleep paralysis. These occurred in the dead of winter, mind you. This time I woke up and looked at the light my window cast upon my wall. Moonlight or streetlights or whatever streamed into my bedroom window so you could see the light on my wall, yadda yadda, but in the light I saw the shadow of a HUGE spider come down on his web. I looked out my actual window and didn't see a spider, but the shadow of a the huge spider on my wall was very vivid and I was absolutely terrified by this. I still remember both of these images so vividly, the black blotches on the wall and the shadow of the spider, it's incredible. I remember the shadow-spider's legs and how they moved around... ugh. That week, I told one of my preschool friend's mother about my experiences and she said "Oh, Zachary has been having nightmares just like that!" and I felt better.

A few years later, living in a different town, I began to have sleep paralysis with humanoid figures. I would have been 11-12 at the time. Sometimes I would wake up to see one or both of my parents standing close to my bed, lights still off, their faces would look very creepy. Sometimes their eyes would be wide open, staring directly at me without blinking., sometimes their faces would be disfigured in horrible ways. Sometimes I would see strangers in my room, they would ask me if I wanted a PBJ sandwich or a cookie or anything, really, but it would always be a question and they would disappear as soon as I answered them. Sometimes these strangers were also quite frightening, staring at me very eerily or with disfigured faces. When I say disfigured, I mean burn victim, mouths sealed/stitched shut, eyes torn out or bleeding, scars and wounds, I really get uncomfortable even thinking about it.

A few years later, having moved again since then, around age 16-17 and having done drugs, I slipped into an episode of sleep paralysis while lying in bed with my eyes open. I couldn't see my bedroom door, but I heard my mother walk into my room (out of view) and tell me "look at me, J" but obviously I could not roll over or even speak. "J, why won't you look at me? J!! What are you on? You're on drugs, aren't you?" I was frantically trying to roll over or scream or ANYTHING, she was getting closer and I had the horrible feeling that she would climb onto my bed and crawl over me and I would see her and she would look horrible, I somehow knew that she would climb over top of me and FORCE me to look at her and she would look terrifying. I could hear her accusations getting louder as she walked towards me, I managed to wake myself up before that could happen. I rolled over and surely enough, she wasn't there and my door was closed. I later told her about it and she apologized for her accusatory behaviour, in the past, realizing that she had given me this subconscious precept of herself over the years.

> Be 17, Summers day with three friends.> Walking through a public field in the middle of my town (UK)> White light sweeps over the sky completely covering it, only happens for half a second>all of us look at it each other>we all saw it

I reckon it was prob some kind of phenomena to do with our angle on the field and the sun or something, I dunno. Could be more too it.

>be around 3, mostly non verbal>My grandma is holding me, I think I must have woken up from sleeping>Behind her in the air there's a green eye inside of a diamond shape, floating and rotating slowly>cry and point but I don't have the vocabulary to describe what I'm seeing>she doesn't understand>remember hearing a lot of strange noises in that room as a young child that i used to refer to as 'tap dancing starfish'

Pic related, a fairly accurate paint depiction of what i remember seeing

>7 or 8 cant quite remember>living in an old 2 tier house with a large backyard that had a road with a streetlight and field beyond it>The backyard had tall weeds all the way up to the porch with a high fence at the back>rednecks.jpg>Anyway>Dad has to work a “Turn-Around” >Has to overhaul all the machines in the factory over night over the course of a few months>OVER>NIGHT>after dinner one rainy night around 7:30/8:00 Dad has to take a shower and get ready for work>Goes upstairs to his Bathroom and leaves me to watch TV in the family room that connects to the Back yard>Drapes are open for some reason>Orange light from the streetlight shining into the backyard and living room>something catches my eye>Out on the back porch I see a wet/slimy hairless dog like hyaena....thing>It stares at me for a good 30 seconds then it turns around and runs into the weeds>I run to the bathroom to tell my dad when I do he tells me it was just my imagination>Never talk about it again

I honestly don't know what happened, what it was or where it was going but that thing was ugly as sin and I hope I never see it again

Was five or six. Parents were divorced and my dad would take us to parks to play when my mother worked. Dad often brought us to a tiny park in the middle of nowhere with just trees and fields of grass beyond it. Tiny creek ran through the edge of the park.

I remember my sister would often play on the swings and beg my dad to push her, while I was hunting bugs or snails that hid under rocks in the creek. Crossed it one day to follow a little black kitten, which led me to a house. Outside there were tons of black cats. I vividly remember sitting on the porch and letting the cats swarm me. I felt like a cat god or something.

Did this quite often when he brought us to the park that day forward. At one point close to fall I was hugging the cats and I passed out on the porch. Woke up to hear my dad yelling my name, but there wasn't a house in sight or any cats. I was really confused.

Everytime after that when we visited the park I would cross the creek to search for the cat house. Never found it again.

While I'm here, I may as well post the few things that have happened to me (that I can remember). When I was around 7 or 8, I was lying on my side in the top bunk of mine and my little brother's bunk bed when I felt this *tap tap tap* on my shoulder from the side up against the wall. I immediately freak out, and flip over to see what was there and there was nothing. About a minute later I feel the same sensation coming from the side facing the rest of the room. I felt a sense of terror and dread I've never felt before and start crying and screaming, and my little brother wakes up crying (he was 3-4). I thought demons were coming to get me, I look down at my little brother and his face looks like it's warping (along with the rest of the room) like I was on acid or something. I tried justifying it as my great-grandmother's passing away a week earlier and maybe it was her spirit, but looking back it felt way too malignant for that.

And earlier, probably when I was 4 or 5, I used to play in the woods at my mom's work (she was the secretary for a guy who was an accountant or something out of a house he owned). I was running around in the woods exploring when I burst through some bushes and saw some weird, slug looking thing chilling on the ground. It was about a foot long, dark blue, and had an assortment of black eyes arranged in a circle on one end. I remember looking at it for a few seconds, then NOPEing the hell out of there. When I got my courage back up and went back for a second peek, it was gone.

My parents inherited a lake house from my great grandfather in the same year I was born, for as long as I can remember we've been going their for vacations (well not so much since I moved out of home for uni). I've had two definite entity experiences there, one dream clearly connected to it and a slew of odd experiences related to it. To this day I do NOT like being alone there. I'll start with the dream, it was the most intense

>Somewhere around 6 or 7 I had a dream about being in the house,

We're going out for dinner, I'm in my room, my parents are outside the front door calling for me to hurry up. I run into the living room just going to get a toy to bring.As I get to the living room, it feels like the air is drained from the room and I'm rooted to the spot in sudden frozen fear, like ice down my spine.I look up and in the kitchen there is a being, like those Indian paintings

>HOLY FUCKING BALLS I just looked in google for an example and I fucking found her,

She (Ok I know the painting is a he, but as I kid I thought it was a she) appeared and started doing this bizarre hypnotic dance staring dead at me the whole time. Objects started levitating around the room as he did it, I tried to call out but my voice wouldn't work, I couldn't do anything.

Fuuuck, If I hadn't decided to tell the story I wouldn't have found that. ARGH

Anyway the other incidents

>be 5 years old, and always found the downstairs entryway creepy, >as I go up the stairs, I see a ghostly semi transparent humanoid thing walking down the hall in my direction, very distinct.>fucking NOPE bolt like hell

>be 6 and wake up one morning on Easter sunday, see a small white semi transparent formless thing on the end of my bed>It vanishes and reappears on the floor, it then grows in size, larger and larger, more menacing until I worry it will break through the ceiling. >It vanishes just before it does

Other than that it was a lot of chills, odd feelings of not being alone (even to this day), and strange rattling and movements in the night.

It doesn't capture the freaky essence of it the way that the pic in my previous post did, but the multiple arms thing is there. Because I swear I remember her/him having multiple arms, because the way the dance went, it was just with the arms, but you couldn't have done what he/she/it did with just two arms.

I remember when I was about 8 the first time, probably 9 the second time iirc. I was playing during recess and all of a sudden the LOUDEST fucking noise fills my ears, my eyes flash, and I feel a jolt go through the back of my head.About a year later, walking down the hall, SAME FUCKING THING.Although this isn't really unexplained, I eventually found out about Exploding Head Syndrome. It's a real thing, and itself unexplained. But it literally was painful as shit and I've never told anyone, also the sound was definitely in my head since it was so loud I should have literally been deafened or had my ears ringing. Gunshots did worse damage to my actual hearing than this, and this felt louder.

I have some more but this is just what I remembered right now, will post more when I think of them.

>>64565Weird thing is, according to wiki at least, earliest documented case is at age 10.I swear to god I had it in 3rd grade, which would make me 8. So I have a feeling it could technically happen even earlier.

I just remembered another unexplained thingy, although it didn't necessarily happen to me. Went over to my sisters place when I was 14 or 15. Hanging out with her boyfriend smoking dat dank, then they go to sleep and I'm about to head home after raiding their fridge. Made a tasty ass lookin sammich and I notice my niece (who is 2 years old i think at the time) staring out the backyard with the sliding glass door open.So this is pretty fucking weird of course, gonna switch to yellow text

>I say "uhhh what are you doing?">"I was talking with the little boy" (Mind you she can barely even speak this sentence fluently)>NOPE NOPE NOPE>Drop fucking sandwich, pick her up, slam door shut, run her back over to my parents'>Yeah uhhh you're gonna spend the night here tonight

Needless to say my sister was confused but I told her what happened and she pretty much shat bricks. Apparently that house is supposed to be haunted and I still live right next door, she moved though. Never had anything like that in this house.I think I have more like this that happened to me, I'll try to remember and post when I can.

Oh also I kind of lost the post to reply to but whoever had that giant ant man story, I vaguely remember something similar.

>4 years old, trying to go to sleep without night light (holy shit spooooooky)>Not sure if I went to sleep, memory gaps and whatnot>remember lying in bed, and see fucking ANTMAN just walking about my room scribbling into a notepad>fucker is taking notes of my room>I remember getting specifically angry about this for some reason, not even scared>about to get up and punch him or something>feel like I passed out>wake up drenched in sweat, otherwise normal

So yeah, not sure if it was a dream or not. If it was, it's one of those false awakening type dreams, and was way too not-surreal for my normal dreams. I've literally never had a dream like that ever since or before, all my dreams have been WAY more surreal.Anyways, kinda spooky i guess

>>64567nb for triple post but I just remembered this little detail might be pretty important for the spookiness.My niece was way too short to reach the sliding glass door handle, and way too weak to even try to push it open. I'm pretty damn sure it was even locked when my sister went to bed. So it was opened while I was making a sandwich, and I noticed it open.I also never heard her talking to anything, I just kinda walked out of the kitchen and noticed that this was CREEPY AS FUCK.

>>64559I actually went and checked if there are any blimps in the countr I live in. The answer is no. In (relatively) recent times blimps have visited this country only in 1981 (Goodyear blimp) and in 2004 (a Japanese blimp). My experience happened in 1994 or 1995.

Also the "light" was the most bizarre part of the craft. It wasn't the typical bright aircraft light but looked more like a cylinder made of softly glowing solid material.

The closest match to a known real object I have ever seen is the UGM-27 Polaris missile. But it's a submarine launched nuclear missile and the idea of a 1960's ballistic missile crusing at a leisure pace over a small Finnish town in the mid 90's is...well, about as absurd as it being an alien spacecraft.

I've also read reports of people seeing missile-shaped UFOs in other places in this country and also neighbouring countries. These object have demonstrated capabilities that are above and beyond and known missile tech like having no apparent engines, hovering in place, doing extremely sharp turns etc.

Let's think of some possibilities here. The first one is that it was just my imagination. I accept that this is perhaps the most likely possibility. I was very young, interested in space and rockets and stuff like that. Children seem to be able to project their imagination unto perceived reality more strongly than grown-ups. So there could have been nothing there.

Could it be some kind of an existing object? I guess it could. Blimps are out the question, but it could have been an airplane I misidentified. Then again I do remember I could regonize aircraft when I was a kid. The town I lived in had a small airfield and was a flyover zone for air traffic so I saw planes practicaly every day.

If it looked like a rocket could it just have been one? Like I said it left no smoke or contrails and rocket engines, as far as I know, tend to leave a lot of exhaus behind.

Presuming I really saw something anomalous we're left with basicaly two options. Either it was a human made device which is not commonly known or it was not a human made object. Now I'm not one of those "black triangles are US craft" types of people. I know there have been, and are, extremely high tech secret military projects and a lot of people like to think that UFOs are some sort of US super tech.

The issue here is that to explain their alleged performance you'd need technology that would be so advanced no-one has any fucking idea what it could be expect something like "they negate inertia" or "it's anti-gravity". Stealth planes may have been top-secret technology but the idea and principles of making radar-invisible planes was known to the aeronautic community. Shit, the nazis did it by accident during WWII on a prototype plane. Manhattan project was a secret but the idea that you could make nuclear weapons somehow was well-known to the physics community. The germans the japanese tried but either had no resources or took the wrong turns.

Presuming that a part of the UFO-sightings are real and that the craft described have truly displayed features such as acceleration from standing still to speed that should by all rights flatten/incinerate the craft with air friction in seconds I think we can kind of assume that it's not earth technology, especialy since people have been seeing these things for at least over a 100 years, perhaps even longer.

I have considered, based on my and other sightings, that the Soviets/Russians may have developed some kind of exotic cruise missiles which utilize non-chemical propulsions and that I may have seen some kind of a test flight. But there is always the question of how did they do it? How do you make a missile that flies at a crawling pace without a sound? A missile that can hover in the air and turn around? A lot of the "UFOs are US black projects" people believe in all sorts of really fringe physics/pseudoscience and talk about Tesla and shit like that but there's a reason why it's not accepted in the physics community and it ain't no NWO.

Now I'm honestly a pretty skeptical person but the thing is when it comes to UFOs is that I saw one and I've been going through this mental battle between "it was my imagination" and "it happened" for something like 20 years. There's a lot of bullshit, a lot of deliberate misinformation (check out a documentary called Mirage Men if you feel up for it) and a lot of downright stupid believers. But I have never been able to totally reject the most credible sightings because fuck, I saw something. Surely I can't be the only one? And if there are people seeing flying objects that shouldn't be there then the question is what the hell are they.

In the end it could have been nothing, it could have been something but I can say that it being a piece of human technology is quite unlikely.

>5 years old>have poster of pikachu on my wall>sometimes it talks to me>think nothing of it

The only other weird thing that has happened to me is some weird dreams. Sometimes I have dreams of seemingly normal activities, and then years later I'll be in the exact same situation as I was in the dream and kind of have a little flash back to my dream. Just deja vu I guess.

Fuck it i'll share, been following this thread for many months nowOne I have the best memory of

>Be about 11 or 12>Need to use bathroom, house has 2, one upstairs, one downstairs.>Upstairs one my favorite>Bathroom next to sisters bedroom, walk by, doors about half closed, as I walk by hear my sister ruffling about making noise and see her figure out of corner of my eye moving about>Take a pee really quick, still hear her doing her thing as wall is really thin in there I guess>As I walk out of bathroom, go to walk into her room to ask her what she is doing, only to have door slammed in my face. Typical>Walk down stairs, but something just didn't feel right, the noises and figure I saw just didn't sit right.>Ask my mom in kitchen "Is (My sister) upstairs?">My sister pokes her head out from the pantry off the kitchen and says "I'm right here.">Bricks shat. I didn't say shit and left the house for the day. Also worth mentioning my house was built in the mid 1800s and was an old farm house.

>12 years old, moving to a new neighborhood, in an open house>Wander off by myself while the rest of my family views the house>Come into the 2nd story kitchen. There is a red stain on the carpet, kind of like blood, or wine.>Old lady emerges from pantry and says in a slow, flat tone. "My my, you should not be in here by yourself little one, go search for your family now">Scared off by her I enter the room my family is sitting down in.>Everybody is staring at me.>Look at my hand and feel it.>Realize there is a spooky skeleton inside of me.

Here is one that happened to one of my other friends when I was younger.

> be around 10> be out in town with family> neighbor is best friend, same age as me, same birthday in fact.> be coming home and he is out side the gate, waving at my house.> i'm in the car, lying down in the back seat so he doesn't see me in the car> my mom asks my friend who is he waving at> he says he is waving at me> I sit up from my lying position in back> his face goes white, starts stammering and says "I thought you were inside, I saw a hand waving at me from your window to come inside"> joke about it and tell him to come inside> in the room he looked really uncomfortable and scared.

And one that happend to me

> still around 10, maybe 11> playing outside, with best friend, hide and seek> my turn to look, checking front of house> see no sign of him, so decide to start walking to backyard to check there> as i am walking to the backyard, i see a white figure leaning out from the side of the house> I know this will sound funny or whatever, but it looked like a KKK member, with the white robes and pointy mask> It waves at me to follow > I go check it out> Absolutely no one there> Friend was inside my house because he got thirsty

And finally one that happend to me and a friend

> be around 16-17, on a weekend> just me and a friend in my house> begin smoking joints and bowls> get high as fuck, playing videogames> get thirsty so go to kitchen> hear loud knock and unfamiliar voice calling my name at front door> get up to check who it is, knife in hand since in the ghetto and crackheads roam this neighborhood streets> open door, no one there> couldn't have been someone playing a prank, my house is preety deep into the property and would have seen them running away> call friend and ask if he heard a knock at the door> says "Yeah, they were calling your name, who was it?"> tell him there was no one there and we do a double check of the property> no one there> I just laugh and tell him "Must have been a ghost."> he laughs nervously and looks kind of scared> then we go back to smoking and playing games

Him confirming hearing my name creeped me out, since I hadn't mentioned that, just the knocking. I was pretty near the front door from the kitchen, about 4 feet or so since it's a small house, and there was no one there or running away when I opened it.

This house has a history of weird shit happening, from the usual doors opening and closing to apparitions. Its rather old and is pretty run down, like a typical haunted house except smaller. My older sister said she used to talk to a little girl and a white blob when she was younger, and I've seen shadow people in my room, and weird figures out in my backyard ranging from human-like to animal-like. Also once my sister had a dream of a skeletal looking cat and then the next day our stove caught fire and it burned an image of what looks to be a skeletal cat on the wall. That's the pic that is posted.

I think this is happening since my family is involved in a lot of what would classify as witchcraft. My grandmothers were deep into herbalism and candle rituals. Plus the fact that me and my sister practice magick, she practices Santeria and I practice Wicca.

I remember this one time , maybe around 12 at night or so , I was like 5 playing in my sandbox out back of our townhouse. it was very cold and windy for a summer night I remember that distinctly because sand kept blowing in my eyes. my parents were out or something so they had this girl babysitter from the neighborhood watch me to make sure I didn't get into any trouble, I was a bit of a young explorer haha. So I'm probably playing outback in the pit for like 30 minutes when I feel something grip my leg. I take one look at it's this big fat nasty bug crawling around on me. I screamed and smacked him off , then when he was laying there hopelessly grippin the air I berried him in sand. fuck bugs bro

I don't have any personal stories but I do have one story from my mom:

>Mom and her siblings are home without the parents>Late in the evening, dark out they're playing in the backyard>Suddenly a huge, multi-colored glowing orb appears floating over the treeline>Mom and siblings freak out and run inside and hide in the basement>The light from the orb brightens up the unlit basement>The orb makes no sound and slowly flys above their house and continues onward

There was also a story she told about her and her mom driving home from work (they both worked at dairy queen) on a foggy night when a lady dressed in white on a white horse sudden walked out onto the road. They slammed on the breaks and there was nothing there.

>Dad is living alone in an apartment>Goes and lies down on the coach and falls asleep>Has a dream where he wakes up on the coach>Blood all over the coach, and a trail of blood leading down the hall>He follows the trail of blood to the bathroom where there's blood in the sink>Wakes up quite shocked and scared>Leaves the apartment and doesn't return for a few days>Tells someone about the dream>The person tells them that the previous owner had slit their wrists in the bathroom then walked to the couch and died there>Dad packs up and gets a new place to live

>be 14 >had just moved into new house, in the ghetto >pretty upset, moving away from friends, parents are divorced and don't like to deal or confront anything ever in general >couple months go by>have trouble sleeping already because I get kinda freaked out and anxious when I'm lying there with my eyes closed>wake up at 2:53 AM >hear what sounds like literally thousands of geese>it echoes through the fucking house, it was loud as shit

Told my mom and she never believed me. It was also pretty weird because since day one in that house, I always felt like things were staring at my legs and feet when i walked through the house. maybe a goose was doing it.

>>61271 I was prbly around 3 years old. I was playing out in my backyard. I hear a weird sound so I go to check it out. a tiger or some sort of jungle cat jumps up and growls at me. i sprint towards my door and look back. its gaining on me fast and Im screaming at the tip of my lungs. i slide open the door, get inside then slam it shut still screaming and starting to cry. the jungle cat is gone. my dad comes in from the other room and asked what happened. I told him what happened. he said that it was strange but the look on my face seemed like it actually happened. I asked him about it again when i was 10 and he has no recognition of it. but he remembers me doing weird shit like that when I was 10.

also one time around the same age i walk out of my room blowing on a weird whistle things. my dad recognized the noise and came up to me. he asked sort of freaked out. where'd you get that. I told him I got it from his sister. His sister had died when I was two and she never gave me a toy without sending it from mexico or when she visited but my dad was always around. apparently she had the toy when they were younger and he has never seen it since they were children

>be 9>Grandfather died>Stay at grandmother's house to keep her company>See an unknown shadow go by that looked like a human

I moved around a lot and the most notable are in a recent home (I was about 12) someone was stomping around at 3 in the morning. I went to check and the stomping stopped. I still have a few experiences in my current house.

I've never had a paranormal event happen to me, but something did happen to my friend.

>Two friends of mine go to a "haunted" cemetery>Around 16-17 close to Halloween>While nearing the buildings they encounter white shadowy figures>Several of them total>Making odd movements and jumping/floating around the tombstones>After a minute they all ascend over the hill>Spookiest thing is, several years later someone posted an article on a >news website with the exact same thing happening to them

I've had a few paranormal experiences, mostly when I was a child. My house in on old farm land, and there's an old graveyard nearby that's so old it's overgrown with trees and you can't even see how far back it goes.

Shortly after my cat died, I remember getting some food downstairs at night. When I went to go upstairs, the room was pretty dark, but I noticed there was a darker shadow in the shape of a cat. I remember being like "oh it's dark, my eyes must be playing tricks on me," but then it jumped off the stair and I heard it land on the ground. I figured it must have been my other cat, but when I went upstairs, my cat was in my room with the door closed.

Shortly after i moved into my house as a child, I remember hearing the voices of two grown men coming from downstairs. Thinking someone had broke into my house, I was going to run downstairs and get my parents, but i only made it to the top of the stairs before I started screaming. My parents came up to console me, and I asked if they had been talking -- they hadn't. i asked if they were watching TV, but they had been sleeping.

There have been many times when I have felt someone sit on the edge of my bed when no one was there. I've always heard a male voice calling my name at night when I was alone in my room. I never felt threatened by this, though.

Nowadays, I get really weird feelings before someone dies. The first time it happened was when my stepdad died. I was 15. For a week before it happened, I couldn't sleep at night. The fear that someone in my immediate family was going to die kept me awake. Then my stepdad died unexpectedly.

This has happened for my grandfather as well, although the feeling wasn't as strong and came to me shortly before the news was delivered.

Most recently was this past November. This was really odd. It was about one in the morning, and my boyfriend was eating me out. I had a really weird feeling, but I didn't want to say anything because I thought he would think I was being weird. But the feeling kept getting worse, and I knew I wouldn't be able to cum with this on my mind, so I finally told him to stop and told him what was up. I said that I had this really ominous feeling that something really bad was going to happen, and someone's life was going to change in a major and bad way. He was understanding and accompanied me outside to the porch to look around. I was very uneasy and I thought the fresh air would settle me, but it didn't. I felt really weird all night. I found out the next morning that an hour after the feeling started (2am), my brother's best friend since middle school died in a car accident. It gives me shivers to type this out.

My mother experiences a similar phenomena where she smells funeral flowers before someone close to her dies.

>>65117Ah, one more thing. I was cleaning my room one time a few years back when I was still in high school. I had a little cat figurine on my dresser that I had had since childhood. I went to take some trash downstairs and came back up, and the figurine was on the floor. I shrugged it off -- maybe it had fallen? No big deal. I resumed my cleaning. I took some more things downstairs, and when I came back, I felt like the figurine had moved up a foot or two. However, this seemed so strange to me that I had to shrug it off. Maybe I had misinterpreted its placement? After some more cleaning, I left my room yet again, and when I returned, the figurine had moved to the center of my room. I couldn't ignore it then. The figurine was creepy as hell… one of my actual had scratched off all the fur that had been on it, so it looked really creepy. After that night I just trashed it. Shit was weird.

So this happened last summer. I was with my boyfriend and it was one of the last nights we had together before I left for the school year, so we were getting really blazed. I haven't been that high in a while or since. In my daze, I suddenly had this vision of an older woman -- my mother, specifically -- with a shadow clinging on to her back. She was smiling weakly, oblivious to the shadow curse on her back. I felt like I immediately had to sketch out this image before the vision went away. Ever since then, I've sorta felt like I have a curse clinging on my own back. Maybe it's passed down along the women down my mother's life… they've all had really sad lives. But I feel like it's always there, this shadow figure riding my back everywhere I go.

>Sometimes I have dreams of seemingly normal activities, and then years later I'll be in the exact same situation as I was in the dream and kind of have a little flash back to my dream. Just deja vu I guess.

Have that happen all the time too, what the fuck. Sometimes Ill recognize it before the dream comes full circle, like spot elements of the dream, and can change those things ever so slightly before events play out the way they did. Some butterfly effect shit goin on there donny. Theres no way its the whole "one side of the brain moving quicker" bs either cause yeah, its happened, in a dream. could be argued cause of mundane things happening it predetermined areas, but conversations and many other factors just dont add up.

Only other thing Ive had strange happen other then uneasiness in my aunts old place out in the boonies (house was well over a hundred years old and had established people die there due to strangulations, etc) was a what I think might have been a waking dream, but it was so incredibly realistic, and there was no sleep paralysis involved, that I have no idea really. Ive since blocked out allot about that moment due to how traumatic it was. Was around 5 at the time, living with my separated parents in their apartment (chose to live together for my sake supposedly) and was sleeping in their bed at the time (had a nightmare iirc.) The most disturbing part I think was not the fact that these things showed themselves, but that it was in the morning, when everything was very illuminated, giving them great detail. They just didnt give a fuck that there were being seen, and they were huge/tall, vividly recall them dwarfing the opening to the door (raised ceilings, despite being the ghetto.) years later, Id see an image that looks identical to these beings. Face, figure, the whole nine. they were the fuckin stereotypical right out of close encounter of the 3rd kind grey aliens. at that point in my life, id never seen nor heard of an alien, not even marvin the god damn martian. when I saw the pic, remember feeling my heart sink the way it does when you look over a tall cliff face.God almighty, I dont think ive ever screamed so loud ever in my life, screamed so hard my voice cracked an nothin was coming out, was hysterical. Woke up my mom who was mortified, thinking I was in severe pain. another thing I remember about them, was they were wearing clothes unlike how they are generally pictured naked. and by clothes, I mean robes. They (2 of them, dont think Ive established how many yet, kind of in the moment retelling this, not really spellchecking or proof reading my shit, so yeah, there were 2, standing side by side) didnt actually make a move at me, just that wide eye stare.. then fwoom, disappeared.Honestly, id rather there be some sort of rational explanation, maybe subconscious cues picked up in faces that present themselves in that manner in semi-conscience states, I dunno, Im no psychologist. Would provide allot of relief knowing it was nothing special tho.

>be 4 or 5>new house just moved from the city out to the country>old house>be going to sleep one night>have this antique school chair in my room, one with the desk built into it>look over>see and arm coming out of a shirt i had strewn across it

Another one..

>happened from when I was 12 until I moved out>be living at different house with mom>some nights in my room which is upstairs, the door across from my room would "slam" i guess, i would say. it was shut, but you could hear it shutting. >fucking spoopy

And another...

>be 14-15>be toking with friends at our dealers house one night>(had to always smoke with him, we were faggots and he was a piece of shit)>get really high>go to leave and walk down a road back into town>during the winter>dark as fuck, one or two street lights>not sure if baked or>i saw a thing, peaking out over the ditch, under a light>stared at it for a second, trying to figure out what it is>looking like it fucking started moving around, shaking it's head or some shit>yelled and told my friends to fucking run>ran until we got to the edge of town, where he lights began>what the fuck>fuck

Not much has really happened to me since I've moved in with my girlfriend though. I have a lot of strange, vivid and detailed dreams that seem to constantly be linked together, but that's about it. I'm tearing up right now, fuck you guys for making me relive these fucked up experiences.

Look up sleep paralysis. You can see all kind of fucked up shit when you're still half asleep and open your eyes. The fact that you couldn't scream points into that direction and they stereotypical grey face is rumored to be some basic result the brain generates when the facial recognition part is somehow activated.

I took a girl to bed at some place I used to watch over, some commune farm, was the only one there at the time. The guy who runs the place is Buddhist and into all this esoteric Tibetan stuff. He has a bone trumpet carved from the femur of a dead monk, among other magical tools and has said he's into necromancy (the Tibetan Buddhist version of it, called Chod). So me being the careless fuckoff that I am, I take the trumpet out and blow into it. It makes this unnerving sound I can't really describe, I think nothing of it and just go upstairs, fuck my girl and we go to sleep.

She wakes me up in the middle of the night, no idea what time it is, she's got a fucking vicegrip on my arm and says in a terrified voice "anon... anon look, there's someone near the bed".

I look down at the foot of the bed and there's this huge shadow being with hulking shoulders standing, just fucking looming over the bed. If I were alone I would've been terrified, I've seen spirits before this but this was the first time in my life someone ELSE had consciously made me aware of a spirit's presence. I wasn't scared at all, the only thing I felt honestly, was excitement that this meant the spirit world must be real and scientific dogmatism can finally go choke on a big sloppy dick. Oh man, I was ecstatic. I sat right up in bed, spoke to it in a bellowing voice saying "WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

The thing didn't reply, it grew larger though, like it was sucking all the darkness from the room into its body and expanding. Its head was pressing against the ceiling and the thing was just fucking massive. I wasn't scared at all, having this terrified ladyfriend there made me want to be brave or something. It was clearly trying to be hostile so I spoke to it like I've sometimes done when astral projecting and encountering a hostile, I said "Leave, we don't want you here, begone". The "begone" part is kind of corny but at the time it felt right, like something a wizard would say. Anyway when I did that, the thing started shrinking then just faded away, when I turned the light on it was gone.

The girl was terrified. She'd been totally skeptical of the spirit world up to that night and it changed her whole perspective on life. It changed mine too. I was into the occult and kind of believed in the spirit world, had astral projected before and was kind of convinced it wasn't just lucid dreaming but that experience shattered any doubt I'd had. She started going back to temple to pray and just seemed really on edge after. We stopped seeing each other about a month after but during that month she was really aloof and jumpy, wouldn't go anywhere dark, she was no soft touch either, joined the Marines and could certainly kick my ass, a real no nonsense person. Not at all airy fairy. But whatever we saw really left her shaken.

>Be 16>In ta large park with best friend, it'sa while after midnight>Sober, sitting on a swingset waiting for dealer to pick up>We talk for a while, both notice a light floating over the treetop-horizon>Keep talking about other stuff, maybe it's a helicopter light>Can't stop staring at it, it's just floating there>It starts slowly drifting to the right over the top of the surrounding treeline>About 10 seconds go by and it shoots off into the sky almost like a meteor

Me and my friend are both startled and each yell something like WHOA or WHAT THE FUCK?

Shit was weird. And I have a hard time really believing in seeing weird shit.

just had my first paranormal experience last night. their was a vicious storm due to a heat wave and suddenly the power went. not even 10 seconds goes by and the fucking hatman manifests over my bed right in my face. freaked the fuck out and ran out of the room.

i dont know how to explain this. it just happened out of nowhere. when i was 16 i was very mentally ill and would have hallucinations of him. except he'd be wearing a mask whenever i saw him unlike last night.

my brother says he has had paranormal experiences in both houses we've lived in. is something latched on to him where maybe its starting to latch onto me or could it be that the hatman hasnt shown itself to me and has been with me this whole time?

This is one of the most vivid memories I have today but it's kinda bizarre so it might have been a dream. There's not much to the story but here goes:One day when I was little the power went out at night. It was pitch black. My sister and I go rushing out to the kitchen and wait to each be given a flashlight by our mom cause it was pretty much a routine in my house since the power went out so much. I always liked to play around with this one massive flashlight that had a stand on it and everything. I took it with me to the living room and my sister runs off with a flashlight to the back of the house somewhere. My parents went down into the basement to check the power box and I was alone in the living room literally staring at the wall when I saw a shadow show up on the wall. It walks in from the right, stands there either facing me or the wall for a few seconds, and turns and walks off to the left. The reason I think it might be a dream is because of my lack of reaction. You'd think if it were real I'd be screaming or paralyzed by fear or something, but as I remember it I stood and watched and after it left I just yelled for my sister. She comes down the hallway and I tell her about what I just saw. She wasn't interested at all and that's as much as I remember.

Actually, I might as well mention this one too, because why not.I was too young to remember but my mom never stops talking about it. One day when I was like 3 my mom walked into the living room where I was playing and doing dumb kid stuff and I was like "Mom? Who was that man?" and she was like "what" and I told her a man dressed in black wearing a hat had just walked through the room. OoOoOoOo spoOoOoky.

>be somewhere around 4-5, being punished for the first time.>in room, lights off, dad sitting in chair by door.>see my dad's face start changing into a ghoulish dark shadow>say dad? yet he remains silent looking me intently in the eyes>silence for a good 3 minutes then all of a sudden>"dad" yells boo, sound seems to absorb me while my vision goes red and body numb but also overstimulated senses>pull blanket over head in reflex

I'll get the same body feeling ever so often that I can only compare to this instance, and every time I think of it I get immense chills throughout my body. It was almost difficult to write this because of the chills.

I've never encountered this ghost sorta shit, so I'm just gonna share 2 events I've found weird.One time when I was about 13 I was searching for something in my room (cant recall what by now) and I remember looking for it all over the place, especially under&around my bed, when all of a sudden I just felt like staring at my bed for a while. I dont know why, I didn't really realize what was I doing at the time, I was just sitting there looking at it for a good minute or so. Just sitting still and staring. Then I began to saw blue lights rapidly flashing around my bed, like "electric-blue", as if you'd pour water on a live wire and it bursts out in this blue-ish flash. At that moment I immediately realized that I've been staring at my bed for a while and started rubbing my eyes and shit but the flashes were still there, this period was about 30 seconds long. Then I figured I should investigate cause this is some weird shit happening and right after I 'got along' with the fact that I'm actually witnessing this it all stopped. I'm not sure if you can even understand what I'm talkin about cause I'm pretty high at the moment and can't really put this kinda shit into words anyway, but it left me so "puzzled", not like a bad dream or something, more like the feeling I get when I'm experimenting with lucid dreams nowadays.

No. 2

>about age 7, trying to fall asleep in my bed>just RIGHT at the moment before I drift away to sleep, hear someone calling my name.>i knew my parents couldn't be awake and no others were around but i was like shit happens, fall asleep normally>same shit happens next night>and next>Can't sleep for 2 days, be like what the fuck? for the whole daytime>Finally fall asleep due to sleep deprivation>Shit never happens again. I felt like my mind just had to be "reset" with sleep deprivation & a long ass sleep

I still feel fucked up about the first one in some way, though. I know it doesn't really sound scary or anything but I feel like that's a thing only I can understand. Tears started running down my face when I was writing the first story, no joke. what the fuck.

>>65623duuude i forgot about this but one time I was laying down late at night, nodding a bit from kratom and prob smoked weed. And every now and again I'll hear my name called just once or twice, when im on the edge of sleep or reallllly nodding. But this one time I specifically remember not being that close to sleep, and straight up HEARING it. It being my dad calling my name, just once. It was weird man, I can usually tell when I'm nodding so hard/sleepy that I'm having weird thoughts or slight audio hallucinations but nothing that real have I ever hallucinated.

I too read all of these over the course of two days. After the first night I was pretty spooked and slept with my light on. Haha. Anyway, I'll contribute what I can remember off the top of my head and more as they refresh in my mind.

The most memorable, in-your-face type experiences I've had came in Ohio. For the first one, I was about 18.

>Be at gf's house

We were messing with an app called Ghost Radar on my iPod touch when some things started being really coincidental. I forget what it had been saying, but we were being cunts and being very provocative when it said something along the lines of "watch".

After it said this, a toothbrush levitated from my gf's dresser that was placed across the room, then flew through the air a couple of feet and landed in front of the bed, where we were. She screamed and we put the ipod away and left the house but I was very intrigued. We were the only ones home and it was definitely not like it fell from the dresser, it floated straight up, hovered, then came at the bed.

A year after that first experience, I was in a relationship with a different chick that seemed to attract paranormal type shit moreso than anyone I'd been with before. However, she was incredibly terrified of that kind of thing [Cause-effect?] and rarely did we talk about it or do any form of ghost hunting.

However, in the house where I spent 2 years during my time in the north, there had been some strange occurrences wherein I had been the only person in the house at the time. I had thought for a while that the upstairs was haunted as it was an old home and quite creepy, especially at night. My current GF hated being there no matter the hour so we almost never spent time there.

But as I was saying, during a particularly eventful week, I had talked my GF into coming over and she did. Little did she know I was in one of my more inquisitive moods that day and had turned a chair around in an office because I had been hearing strange noises in the house all day long while being home alone. When she arrived, I let her get comfortable before I told her:

>Hey, bunch of noises been happening in the house today. Also, I turned a chair around in a room upstairs because I want to see if it orients itself to how it was prior.

She immediately becomes uncomfortable yet accompanies me upstairs to check in the one room. The chair, indeed, had fixed itself and was facing the door when I opened it. I immediately felt covered in chills and felt something watching my gf and I. I felt like I wanted to remain upstairs though but my gf was not having it. We went downstairs and laid in my bed.

While laying there, however, I began to knock on the wall. I'm not sure why I had decided to do it, I just did. For every couple of knocks, we would be able to hear a faint voice, sometimes laughing, sometimes saying hello. It was like a female child. However, after one set of knocking, we heard someone come RUNNING down my stairs. At which point, my gf immediately ran outside and told me she was never coming back into my house. And she never did. Nothing quite like that happened again in that house but it was rather spooky. Worth noting that my bedroom had a door that went directly outside and that it was also around 4pm when all of this occurred. Lol.

>11 years old>Sleep over my friend's house one night, have stayed at his house multiple times and this hasn't happened>Friend is talking in his sleep>My ears perceive it as a fluent language that isn't English>Friend is American, does not speak any other language than English and neither do his parents>Words he speaks in his sleep sound fluent and well-pronounced, and not sloppy gibberish>Wake him up by saying "Hey [friend's name]">Friend wakes up, goes "huh?">"You're talking in your sleep lol">Both go back to sleep>Do not tell him about it but not about the another-language thing, we remain friends, still have sleepovers, does not happen again until>15 years old>Friend sleeps over>Talking in his sleep in the same language, which to me at the time sounded like Russian or some east Europe shit>Wake up him, "Hey [friend's name]">Friend wakes up, "huh?">"You're talking in your sleep lol">Go back to sleep>Wake up in the morning, ask him if he remembers me telling him he was talking in his sleep>Nope>Tell him it wasn't English and sounded a lot like an existing language, maybe Russian or some east Europe shit>Tell him he did it once a couple years ago>Friend goes "huh. Weird.">Never happens again, never mentioned again

What the fuck, was my friend a Russian sleeper cell? Does this belong in /tinfoil/?

>>65994Your brain truly remembers everything, its just the fact that you can't recall those memories. He probably heard Russian lines in some movie or video game and was reciting them in his sleep. Its not something that uncommon.

Way back in 1985-1986 I was either 5 or 6 and I was in my bed trying to fall asleep, so it would've been between 8 and 9 at night. I happened to glance at the window and saw the shadow of a person in the curtains. It scared the shit out of me so I jumped out of bed and ran to the living room and told my mom. She walked me back to my room and sure as shit there it was, the shadow of a person outside the window. Thoroughly freaked out we both hauled ass to the bathroom where my dad was. My mom yelled "Tommy there's someone outside the boy's bedroom window!" My dad whipped around real quick and both me and my mom screamed and jumped back. My dad had shaved off his beard and mustache without warning anyone and looked like a total stranger and scared the shit out of us. After a moment of "why didn't you warn us" stuff all three of us went back to my room and who ever was outside was gone by then. My dad went outside and patrolled the yard and of course there was no one to be found.

It's more funny than spooky I guess, but we never did figure out wtf was going on outside. There were no trees in that part of the yard so it wasn't shadows from a tree or anything. We had a six foot fence all the way around the property so it wasn't a neighbor wandering close to our house. Most likely it was a burglar, and he/they were most likely scared off when me and my mom screamed.

>>66004That's completely untrue. Your brain does not remember everything, it doesn't even always remember the memories it does have correctly. It's also not that difficult to implant false memories into someone. Basic psychology jolly african-american.

>after a depressing day i head to my room to meditate>i experience the feeling of a finger poking out of the middle of my forehead.>as the pressure intensifies i am enveloped in a white light.>the pressure intensifies, the light turns gold, i am enveloped in sound i cannot describe>i experience the sensation of a membrane of some-sort breaking, and my consciousness being pushed through a funnel, expanding out to all matter in the universe.>in that state i understand that i could "go on" or go back, but that in the end it made no difference what i chose. i would end up in the same place.>so i went back, because i reasoned that if there was no difference in the end, i might as well experience life.

>>66073how old were ya when this happened to ya? If you were pretty young i can see that being a factor that led you to be able to leave your body, but that doesn't just happen instantaneously to most people upon meditating. you mustve been meditating for at least 30 minutes prior or some shit. or maybe you're just a fuckin indigo

So I just sat here and read all this, now here is a list of my sordid memories.Early on mustve only been 2 or 3, I would wake up to seeing tall dark figures looming over my mother's bed and over my bed on a regular basis. I would also have very very vivid nightmares at that age that I have no memory of just would wake up screaming and crying hysterically with occasional night paralysis that I would more often than not be able to straight break out of much to the discontent of the figures that would always be present during these episodes. This all continued for years hardcore and I still have these experiences sometimes. When I was probably 4 maybe 3, now this one takes the cake I think, I'm at my nanas and Im playing with some toys and watching tv when I see this tiny door 1 and half maybe 2 feet square, its underneath an end table my nana had some candles and stuff on and it was just opening up. This was the first time I had been in this house that I have memory of and I was like what the hell is that room? I go through the door and the room was full of really nice and cool trinkets from all over the world and most of it extremely old looking, a dresser with a mirror on it faced the bed both were arranged against opposite walls and I remember a voice at one point talking to me but I cant remember what it said once I left the room or what I had said to it, but at one point I left after feeling thoroughly satisfied with seeing all the cool stuff in the room and I left through that same one door that was extremely small and on my leaving as I was hunching down I realized there was no other way out, no windows or even a closet. Once I made it out the door shut behind me and in such a loud fashion my nana cane running to me and asked me where I had been the whole time and was quite frantic about it I told her I was in the room with the small door pointed under the table she had just pulled me out from and there wasn't anything there but flat wall she rose up with me in her hands and thats when I saw the window above the table realised that the other side of the wall was outside and we were 2 stories up and there was no door and my brain broke she started telling me I had been gone for 2 hours and that she had called my mom and she was on her way to help look for me, shortly after she put me down I experienced my first headache and migraine that I ever had it was also one of the worse ones I've had. A couple years later my nana had moved and I'm asleep in her bed and I wake up to a woman with black hair thats messy as fuck in a glowing ass white nightgown with lucie embroidery all over the thing is in a rocking chair in the corner staring at me and after about an hour of storing at eachother she gets up and walks towards me, I went right under the covers and peeked out like 5 minutes later and she was like looming over the bed with her head directly above my own I instantly froze and after a while of that I noticed she had christmas lights tightly wrapped about her neck and then she walked directly through a fireplace and this will was 2 stories up and outside on the other side, it had a window right next to the fireplace. This has also happened to my nana. When I am 6 I recall a particularly bad encounter with these figures that would always be around during night paralysis episodes, I start to feel the feeling of the odd cloudy headed vision becomes hazy and you feel like your dreaming but know your awake feeling when it always starts and I say ok this time in not even gonna lie here and act like I'm affected by whatever they are using to make me feel this way, so I bolt out of bed and start running to my door I open and they are coming through the door to the apartment we lived in in lakeshore villas port ewen new york and there were a bunch of them and some were on the stairs outside, I ran past them and jumped over a railing knowing fully well that I was 3 stories up and would more than likely die out of pure fear of them and the things that they did to me when they would get a hold of me, I woke up on a stretcher in a hospital with tubes down my throat and I have these giant bumps all over my body that were purple blue or red and they were pulsing and starting to rupture and I could feel my throat being closed and was terrified and than doctors rushed in gave me shitloads of shots of this glowing green crap swear to god right than and there all the bumps started going away and my throat reopened and to this day my mom doesnt remember how either of us got to the hospital or anything before when the doctor walked up to her while she was in a waiting room all by herself and told her that I had uticarea or some shit and than we took a cab home for some reason dont remember what hospital it was either and never saw anyone at the hospital other than 2 docs and a nurse, never even heard anyone else and as soon as the bumps were gone and I was breathing they threw us out it was so weird and my mom still remembers it just like I do. Ill probably post more as I recall it and write it down but I'm tired now and must sleep I litterally spent all day reading this and typing up what I remember good so far

>be 13>be at grandmas>be lying in bed near window>window has path on the outside of it>its dark >because its nighttime. >hear sound go past window>can only describe sound as the buzzing of a big bee>like, the size of a small dog>slowly go past window>in a straight line>not moving bee-like>frozen in fear of the return of death-bringing dog-bee

>A few years later, having moved again since then, around age 16-17 and having done drugs, I slipped into an episode of sleep paralysis while lying in bed with my eyes open. I couldn't see my bedroom door, but I heard my mother walk into my room (out of view) and tell me "look at me, J" but obviously I could not roll over or even speak. "J, why won't you look at me? J!! What are you on? You're on drugs, aren't you?" I was frantically trying to roll over or scream or ANYTHING, she was getting closer and I had the horrible feeling that she would climb onto my bed and crawl over me and I would see her and she would look horrible, I somehow knew that she would climb over top of me and FORCE me to look at her and she would look terrifying. I could hear her accusations getting louder as she walked towards me, I managed to wake myself up before that could happen. I rolled over and surely enough, she wasn't there and my door was closed. I later told her about it and she apologized for her accusatory behaviour, in the past, realizing that she had given me this subconscious precept of herself over the years.

>Be like 7>Staying at my dad's in a really rough area of Minneapolis>Barely even know this dude>sitting on couch watching tv, trying to do the whole bonding thing>he was sick>he goes upstairs to throw up>middle of the night in a really creepy old rundown house >alone in room with 2 different entrances>keep looking at both entrances to make sure I was safe>its dark as fuck beyond both of the cracked open doors>staring at door to the right because I had just heard a floor board>someone walks passed the cracked door in the dining room>was way smaller than my dad>nobody else in house>also can still him him upstairs puking>bolt out of that room into the darkest house>running into shit trying to find the stairs>positive my hand touched some skin as I was feeling around for things>find stairs>run up them>in corner of my eye see a white top hat>think nothing of it, maybe it was on a hat rack>find dad>go back downstairs and he is trying to show me nothing was wrong>no more hat

>Me and my sister were at his house to babysit his daughter (so my half sister?) >he was going to casino with his current gf>asked us if we needed anything before he left>all we wanted to do was watch a The Lion King because it was her favorite movie>finds us Lion King>Leaves >Watch Lion King twice, rewind it, fast forward it, paused it, all that good stuff>After Lion King we turn off the tv and VCR>play board games until he gets back>few hours later he walks in the door>asks what we did the entire time he was gone>Told him we watched Lion King and whatnot>He doesn't know how this is possible considering the VCR wasn't plugged in

So I am 22 now, and I talk to my dad every now and then, very rarely though. He had always told us when we went over to his house to not be afraid, and the house plays tricks on people. He admitted to me recently though, that he got the house at such a good deal because a pimp murdered a hooker in the basement and left the body down there for a few months, she was found when he was murdered in the house a few months later.

Not a childhood memory as it only happened last year but fuck it, here's a spooky thing/dream.

>Dream starts with me waking up in the middle of the night.>Room all pretty normal except for the bed. I've got a big, soft king sized bed but this was small, firm and on a wooden frame.>Never had a bed like this.>Walk out to go to the bathroom, notice the window on the landing is missing its blinds and is wide open. >Decide to check my mum's room because, I dunno, dream 18 year old me thinks mummy will know what to do.>Mum's room is pitch black, can't see a thing.>Even in the dream I can tell things are wrong and promptly nope the fuck out.>Go back into my room and notice a light focussed on where my telly is.>There's no TV.>Instead there's this thinnish, adult sized, pitch black, like so black it seems depthless, figure.>In the foetal position.>Balancing on its toes.>Compelled to walk up to out and touch it.>Before I can touch it I wake up like I'd had a deep sleep, but my heart's beating around like I'd ran a marathon.

>be like 7>grandpa takes me to an apartment complex construction site>bunch of holes filled with water everywhere, it rained recently (there's also a large pond nearby)>look into one of the holes, something swimming>see the skeletal dorsal fin of a fish swimming in a circle>mega-wat, those things are supposed to have scales and shit

I could see the separate bones (or whatever fish have I'm not a biologist) in it's fin. Was definitely moving on it's own.

What's up guys. I just recently [2 weeks ago] moved out of a haunted house I was renting. Two experiences to share:

[I have been living in this house a week at this point, general uneasiness at night, house is fucking creepy and a mess as I'm renting it from someone with a hoarding problem, had to organize rooms without throwing anything away just to get it in living condition. Took almost a month just to do that, lived with landlord until that time. Don't ask.]

>Be around 11pm>Get done eating noms in kitchen, walking to bedroom>While in hallway, see a fucking man sitting in a chair near the air mattress where I sleep.>He's looking straight down at the ground. >I'm frozen in place, cannot take my eyes off this guy.>He was very tall (I'm 6'0, he was easily taller than me if he had stood up), very skinny, very short brown hair. >Seemed distraught.>He remains in this chair for a few seconds then disappears instantly into nothingness.>He appeared more as a solid human instead of a whitely figure. The light was on in the room as well.

I am very creeped out at this point in the night. Lay down immediately after, turn light off, going to brush it off as eyes playing tricks on me. I begin hearing footsteps and talking in the living room. I leave the house and get beer and drink myself to sleep. Talking continues, but I become too intoxicated to care.

>Get home around 7pm, eat dinner, study. Everything going normal. >Talk on phone with friend for a two hours.>Laying down on bed, generally complacent about the night before. Brushing it off as my brain being weird.>No sooner do I get off the fucking phone, the door behind my head (bathroom in master bed room) opens. I knew the fucking door was shut and there was no way anything could've turned the knob.

I immediately feel like this thing is making a statement. It felt hostile in this moment whereas the night before it just seemed sad. I immediately leave the house and go back to my parents' house at midnight with no shame. I had to drive 40 minutes just to get back home.

I went back to the house a week later to get the stuff I'd left in the kitchen, etc. I think I've still got clothes in that back bedroom. It was day time when I went back for my stuff, while alone, but I was unable to bring myself to go back into that bedroom. I started to walk in there from the hallway, got chills, and fucking bailed.

So my best friend has this reoccuring phenomena in his family where almost all males have at least once seen or encountered a girl/woman in a white dress.

First story goes like this.

>in the 80s>friends dad is driving at night>sees a girl in white dress standing still in the middle of the road>hits brakes as hard as he can, closes eyes with force>eyes open, no girl

Fast forward 20 years ago.

>best friend riding home on motorbike>car makes an illegal pass,they collide>it sends him flying onto the street>while he's on the ground, he sees a beautiful woman in white>she tells him something along the lines of "saint peter saved you">he gets up>realises that his eyes were closed the ENTIRE TIME. from the moment

he crashed into that car to the moment he got up.This is the part where it all gets interesting.

>we talk about it with his dad>''yeah other people have seen her too">tell us first story>tells us there has been a report of someone rising from the dead here, intact,and then saying it was the same woman.>he also said that the casket was found next to the grave with all the dirt on top of it.>we don't believe him>he's like, k go axe ur grandpa>we go to my friends grandpa and ask him about the story>he smiles, goes into his room>comes back with a ziploc bag with an old piece of newspaper in it>it's the same story friends dad was talking about>the woman who rised from the dead reported that from the moment she 'died' until she 'rose', she was seeing and hearing nothing.>at one moment THE WOMAN IN WHITE appears and with a kind smile tells her to 'just get up'

At this point me and my friend are shitting bricks over this whole thing so we spend the day researching about shit like that happening in our hometown.

>we find a report about a woman attempting suicide >she tried to jump from a huge wall about 30 ft. high.>as she was falling, several witnesses saw her land perfectly on her two feet>after a couple of weeks we track that woman down as she went to church with my friends aunt>she says that when she fell, time stopped and she stayed in the air. >then the woman in white appears,smiles at her,grabs her hands and stations her over an invisible platform which lowered her slowly and safely to the ground>wat

It's strange, after reading this and wanting to share my story and I just got this horrible sense of dread. Oh well, I'm gonna be a man and quit bitchin'. Here we go, time to get this shit off my chest. Shew. Fuck, this is difficult.

>be all through my teenage years>live with my younger sister and single mother>mother has lupus and sister is has issues with self-worth>i'm kind of the clown that keeps their spirits up, but I wish someone could've made me laugh>things were rough, mother working crazy hours and I'm experimenting with drugs>sister is persuaded by my friends to try dxm at fucking 14, what the fuck>maybe it's no biggie to some, but looking back, I should've been more responsible>as a result, house is pretty much a den of iniquity until my mother comes home to collapse from work>we always pretended like we weren't fucked up at dinner by playing happy family>trade stories, laugh, have fun>story comes up about the history of the house>apparently last owner killed herself or died, can't recall the details.>they did it to try and scare me, always worked>somedays, my sister would tell me about black mass hovering over her bed at night.>mom tells me the same story, think they're just pulling another fast one on me like always>hear these stories often enough to be paranoid, but not consider it >one afternoon, sister says she saw a mass outside her window the night before>laugh cuz it's daytime, I'm blazed and zero fucks are given>mom's off early and we're all watching television>news report comes on, convicted rapist had escaped local prison the night before, was sighted in our area the last night>ofw>it gets weirder

>sister gets to talking about the previous night, and about the black mass she's seen before>my mom coughs and shrieks simultaneously, mutes the television>they both get to talking about the "shadow man">both say the figure was wearing a fedora and a longcoat>I read about shadow people before, shit gets crazy>we realize that a rapist could have also been in our proximity>get really quiet, I suggest watching Bruce Almighty to calm the tension>it gets dark outside, the lighthearted movie helps to distract us >dog starts barking like mad, of course she never fucking barks>we mute the tv, listen to the dog growl and freeze>our couch is situated under the window in such a way that the back is to the window, door is on the same wall as window>black mass walks slowly across the window, moves on the neighbors yard>petrified in fear, too scared to call police>completely ignore it like foolish people and assume it was nothing>find out next day that the convict brutally raped a woman in her own home about thirty minutes after we saw the shadow walk across our yard

The strange thing about this whole thing is that I actually haven't really put two and two together to realize that we could have probably saved that woman, were we not cowards. Maybe I'm just being too harsh, times were rough then. But yeah, I haven't really thought about all of the details in retrospect until I started typing. Maybe I blocked it mentally. Never did bring it up with my mom or sister, we just acted like it never happened; knowing those two, it probably wracked them with so much guilt that they couldn't even utter it and I was just too high to care back then.

>>61283 I had a similar experience when I was around 10 years old. I was in the backseat of my parents car when I saw a UFO disk type of thing fly across our car. I took my seatbelt off and gazed out the other window. I was trying to get my mom to look, but she was talking with my dad. I wish I they saw it, because who would believe a kid.

>>61843 Oh my fuck! Was your house in Savannah Georgia by any chance? My brother lived in downtown Savannah and he said he used to wake up to a child playing Jax on the floor beside his bed late at night(in the a.m.). He has a shit ton of stories from living there.

I remember being in my crib staring at my ceiling not asking to be scared shitless and seeing an tan colored alien like think with a flat head and brown gloves and goggles and i started screaming and shit and i heard my mom coming to change her kids diaper or whatever and wen she started to open the door thats the last i remember

Another time

>sleeping at gam-gams house>maybe 6/7>go to "pot" to lay cable or squeeze lemon>wrap up, leaving kahzi, turn off light, no windows in this part of house, darker than satan's butthole>see a kid maybe a year younger that i vaguely recognized stand at end of hallway petting an old ass cat my grandma always had floating around, facing granny's room>turns, looks at me, drops cat>im not sure why, but i decide to charge this kid(i was mean motherfucker in my younger days)>he charges me back, we bump each other and runs into bathroom next to me>i still distinctly remember grabbing his arm, and feeling the hairs on it>door closes>satan's butthole>all i remember

Just a a year or so ago, id be 16 or 17(In my hallway, we have photographs on the wall that i used to use to tell when my parents were coming because the reflection lined up perfectly with my bed)

>chilling in my living room, absorbing idiot box>glance at hallway>black shape above bed>just adjusted eyes to it, shaped like head with messed up hair>fucker jumps down off bed and i lose sight of it>get my pals Smith and Wesson and their six little helpers>notta thing

On halloween im enjoying my day at school, dressed as bin laden(got away with it😄)nerd-loser-devil-warshipper kid says "You will all burn tonight." Shut up nerd>shoot spitballs at him. Later that night, im all alone(dick freinds)

This was a year or two after we moved into the house we're still in, I was 7-8 at the time. It didn't scare me at the time at all, but thinking about it now is pretty creepy. I'm 21 now, and I know what I saw to this day. I've never been able to explain it.

>playing in dining room with my Legos and Playmobiles>a semi corporeal apparition of the Virgin Mary appears 10 feet away from me in the room, or at least what I thought looked like her>fades away after a few seconds>go and tell my mom and it's obvious she doesn't take me seriously

I am not a Christian or even religious, but to this day I know what I saw with my eyes.

>Age 9, Christmas day>Rather dull, so I go for a walk into the town>Approaching the CBD, notice a dead bird on the street>"That's rather sad" keep walking>Turn corner to find a whole plaza filled with dead birds>".....">No-one in sight because everything is closed. Surreal as fuck>Quietly walk around for a few minutes before returning to go home.>Don't mention it to anyone. God knows why.

I think the trees had been poisoned or something. That's fucked up though, on Christmas day.

Okay I've got a few of these and I'll start with the most recent, because they're the most terrifying.

> be 18>where I lived there was the abandoned radio tower everyone called the villa. Workers died there during the demolition, and people used to dump bodies there appearently because there's like 11 floors underground completely flooded with water.> My older brother and I along with our friend Devon and his hot cousin jessica decide to go there and see what we can see, maybe catch a ghost> we walk around there getting baked and filing it on our phones when we decide to cut the lights and ask questions to see if we can get a response> Iask a few questions to no avail, until I say 'do you want us to leave, are we bothering you?'> hear a woman crying hysterically, at first it sounded like it was far off at different section, then it would stop, and start again at a totally different place all while getting closer.> allthenopeswherehad and we all took ff running for our lives

Like the very next day we decided to go to another supposedly haunted place, this was an abandoned house where this guy killed his wife and then himself

> go to haunted house> there's all kinds of stuff left there and it's pretty deteriorated> last name of dude who lived there was White, and we find an old year book> everyone was signing it have a great summer Todd, you know yearbook stuff but addressed to Todd. >find his picture in yearbook>find this award in one room that says todd white and decide to take it home>put it on shelf in room and go to bed> next morning wake up and neither of them are anywhere to be found.. They just vanished.

I have a few weird experiences from my old house when I was like in middle school.1.we had a den with a tin roof and once me n my bro heard heavy footsteps on it which was weird cuz it couldnt support the weight of a person. He then banged on the ceiling and it stopped.2.again in that den (our room connected to it via a large sliding door). We were getting ready to go to sleep and I was laying on our bedroom floor while my bro ironed his clothes inside the den with the door wide open. Then we heard a weird loud scream outside which I still remember sounding like "Ehhhhhhhhhh!!!"! It was so loud that my bro looks at me and says "wtf was that?" He even went outside to checkand found nothing.3.this other time i had to sleep in my sisters room with her and my sis in law. We were getting ready to sleep when all of a sudden we heard scratching on the wall like if someone was dragging their nails pretty hard against it from the other side.The weird thing is that we were the only ones home that night. Shit was trippy..

I used to have these horrible nightmares about this lady, she was and She had a white hat with a net in front, like you'd see worn at a funeral. She worn a white dress, her fingers pointed at the end, and he facial features where almost nonexistent completely smooth, not a detail beside a small bump the resembled a nose, like a mannequin.

One late one night I woke from my sleep, I sat up and threw my blankets aside, to go to my mother's room like I did when that would happened. I looked across the room to my open closet, which I always shut because I was scared something was inside it. I began to make out a figure. It was the porcelain white woman that haunted my dreams. Frozen in fear I didn't move a muscle as she silently, drifted towards me, as if gliding through the air. As she drew close she extent he boney, pointed hands towards me and I bolted. In there hallay there's one step up you have to take before it turns toward the other rooms. As I ran I turned back to see where she was, directly behind me.. still gliding. I tripped over that step and she caught up and leaned down towards me again with her hand extended, I was close to my moms room so I scrambled backwards onto my feet and into her room.

That's all I remember, besides waking up.. which is the worst part.. because I was in my mother's room

My dad had just broken up with my abusive stepmom13 yo me back in the house after she looted itLayin on the ground next to my dads bed Pointing flashlight at celingSee the face doyouknowthisman.jpgTwist the flashlight a bit and never c him again in that flashlight

>Be like only 3 or 4, just able to start holding onto memories>Its pretty late, dark out and I had been asleep for awhile(probably an early bedtime tho)>Go into living room, because I woke up thirsty for my bottle to be refilled>Mom and all adults (parents and like, 3 friend or 2 maybe, and nothing creepy like an uncle tickle fingers or something) seem super drunk>mom laughs and goes here! And hands me her drink with a bit of wine in it. I immediately get mad and its so gross. they all laugh at my expression>mom goes just a tiny bit wont hurt, you'll sleep better soon, and refills my bottle and I sleep

I don't consider this harmful as even doctors say you can give infants a bit of rum on their gums for teeth coming in and gum pains, but they swear I must have dreamt that scene?

When I was a kid I was at church camp and this guy told us a story about some people who ate bad baked beans and there was some kind of alien worm in them that made the people's stomach glow and make a "zooping" sound. After that, we told a bunch of alien stories and stuff around the fire until the pastor tld us to get to our tents, so we did. Later that night I saw a green light outside my tent and my tent mate was gone so I figured he cracked open an industrial glow stick or something because he was rich so i went out of the tent to go find him (it was like 4am) When I got out of the tent I noticed the light was actually pretty far away, like 150 meters into this giant field and over this old wooden fence that'd collapsed. It still looked kinda like a glowstick though, because it was moving, so I went to go out there when this figure in a gray cloak came up to me and put his hand on my head, and my entire body heated up and i fell on the ground. After this it was like a mushroom trip or LSD or something and I just woke up in the pastor's cabin and there were several figures around us in cloaks operating and probing me and my tent mate. I woke up at like 2pm the next day with blood all over my shirt and my mom got mad at me.

>>67121whenever you see orbs in a camera it's a piece of dust that didn't get focused right. I went outside with my phone when it was really misty out and I accidentally turned on the video camera with flash and the video came out looking like a bunch of ghosts flying around.

When I was six, my brother, some kids from our neighborhood and I were playing on the ice on the river down behind our house. One dumb kid got too close to a thin spot in the ice and fell in so my brother tried to pull him out but the ice broke under him. Everyone else ran to get help but I refused to leave my brother even though he was yelling at me to leave. It was not long before a random dude walking by heard some kid screaming for help. He ran out on the ice and more ice broke and we both fell in. I was only in the water for about five minutes before the rescue workers showed up and pulled us all to safety. The unexplainable part? This river is known to be twenty feet deep with steady moving water. How did three small children in heavy, water-logged snowsuits not get swept away to their deaths? Grown men have died in better conditions. Why not us?

>Be me about 5+ years old.>High fever and sleeping alone in my room>Tossing and turning, every bone aches, pretty bad rashes>Fever is about 39 celsius>Can't sleep>Whenever I close my eyes, I see a vortex or a portal that im going through in very fast speeds. Think of a hyper jump through space that you see in Sci-fi movies.>Toss and turn in bed, try not to keep eyes closed for too long because it gets really intense. My gut wrenches every time the vortex thing gets fast enough as it feels like im riding a roller coaster. >As a kid scared of the dark I keep looking at my closet to check if its still closed.>No monsters. Not even the green hand I was afraid of. ( It would grab me by the legs and take me if I was caught off guard while playing with my action figures )>Try to deal with the vortex thing.. I keep seeing Hero Avatars from Heroes 3 and think they somehow are related to the vortex I was going through. Their faces kept appearing from the crossways of the Vortex. I also saw different bags of potato chips flying with the faces from Heroes 3. (Not even joking)>Suddenly I feel uneasy>As if someone was watching me or sitting next to me>Room starts to slowly get darker and darker no matter how much I try to blink>Everything gets this dirty vibe to it>As if my walls started sweating, everything goes dirty and the room gets darker>Ears start to ring and closet door starts creaking.>Slowly opens up while making the most unsettling sounds and giving off this nasty pressure. Like it wanted me to back off.>Get as far away in the bed as I can and sneak peeks under the blanket>Vision starts to get more distorted as the door opens up more and more. Little by little.>I can't tell whats inside the closet since it's dark and I can't see very well with all the black goo forming on the walls.>Distortion gets more intense as the door is half open and a black figure is looking at me through the crack>Try to scream for parents.>Nope. Only a whimper. It was like my throat was too dry to make even a slightest sound yet alone scream for help.>Door is now fully open. An ill wind blows as the thing emerges from the covers of the shadows>I'm filled with fear and can't move away from the creature. Legs won't move, hands are just shaking. I'm completely frozen. I can only stare at him while feeling the tears running down my cheeks.>The creature is about adult size. Has a man's figure but no recognizable features. Maybe slightly long arms for it's size.>Darkness seems to embrace this being's presence and he seems to get stronger the longer I look at him>He gets close enough to grab my foot>I scream as loud as I can and go under the blanket>Mom rushes in and picks me up to take my temperature and asks whats wrong>Not sure if I told her about it. Probably just thought I had nightmares.>Sleep with parents till the next day.

Now that I think about, im pretty sure that I was tripping balls hard and had a sleep paralysis. Nothing else can really explain this. We didn't live in a haunted house or anything.The most fucked up part was this sick vibe that took control of my room. That sweating in the walls and that distortion in my eyes.If any of you have ever played STALKER and have picked up some artifacts then you know what im talking about.Everything goes static and takes a black and white color with the walls remaining like they were taken straight from Silent Hill.I'm super glad that I haven't experienced anything like this ever since. This shit would rock my world if I ever came home baked off my ass and tried to sleep, only having to get this exact shit happen.

>Age 9>Childhood room is on the 2nd floor of my house, at the end of a hallway, with my parents room at the opposite end of said hallway. Very old house in a not too great neighborhood, the hallway was thin as there was a banister handrail on one side overlooking the living room of the first floor.>Wake up in the middle of the night, probs like 12 or 1. >As I lay in bed hardly conscious trying to fall back asleep I begin to hear people talking. As if there were 100 silent people in a large room, and the silence was finally broken with casual conversation (like during the intermission of a play or something) the conversations were oddly neutral, not a hint of any sort of emotion. It starts as what sounded like 3 seperate groups sparking up a convo, and eventually began to grow louder and louder until it became a dull roar of human speech. I didn't feel any fear at all, however I did feel an overwhelming urge to make it stop.>I robotically stand up and walk to my parents room. It felt like a much longer walk than it should have been. I look over the banister only to see a black abyss, there were no familiar furniture shapes, there weren't any hints of light coming from some other source in the house. Just black.>At the same moment that I looked into my living room, was when it SEEMED like the voices had sort of caught on to what was happening (In my mind I was certain that walking to my parents room would make them stop) and became distraught and confused. They became louder and frantic and began to panic. This inflicted upon me a feeling of dread that nearly made me shit out my heart. It seriously felt like the contents of my upper chest sank deep into the bottom of my ass.>Continue walking with regular pace (though I wanted to start running as fast as I can) to my parents room, as I take my first step in, almost all the voices instantly vanish. I could still hear a few people utter single words or sounds, as if everyone in the room has had their speech severely muffled and were trying to continue speaking. >Proceeded to lay down on the floor next to my parents bed and fell asleep.

Now I know this isn't ultra spooky and it totally seems like a whack dream or something but I did wake up the next day on the floor in my parents room. I remember it just as clearly as I did the next morning. Another strange thing is as a child (ages 3-7) I would hear the same muffled voices as I awoke and made the same routine walk to my living room every day (in a different house). Muffled in the same way as the voices were when I stepped into my parents room that one night. Only these voices were "muffled" by me waking up and walking around. Almost EVERY day. Perhaps the incident that happened when I was 9 silenced them forever.

>>67346Here are a couple more stories. These ones however I know happened for sure because I was like 15. This was the only house I've ever been in that I consider haunted. I'm a bit of a skeptic when it comes to ghosts and shit, but this house was an exception. It was just me and my mom living in this house. Single story building with a basement level. Spooky as fuck. Even the neighborhood surrounding the area was spooky. The neighborhood wasn't necessarily ghetto but it was really old, like the city stopped giving a fuck about how wild the vegetation got. Every tree and bush was massive and looming and whack. The vibes of the neighborhood were ones that screamed "old people die here all the time"

>first spook. alone in the house (my mom would stay at her boyfriends house for days on end, so at times it was as if I lived alone) >begin preparing a PB&J for myself at like, 10 PM>as I'm preparing the sandwich my eyes freeze on one spot, not looking at anything in particular. I was looking at the counter.>right when my eyes hit that spot I hear a child say "what are you doing?">I break my eyes away from the spot (it was like I was put into a trance) and try to shrug it off despite being pretty freaked out.>no more than 10 seconds later my eyes freeze in the same spot and I hear the same voice ask the same question, however this time it seemed annoyed for me not responding the first time>nope.jpg

Luckily nothing else happened that night. If something did I would've shat my pants and had no choice but to deal with it.

>second spook. invite friends over for xbox lan party>pot dealer arrives at my house, everyone but me goes outside to say hello (he was a bro)>sitting in dark living room which was only illuminated by 1 TV, which had the halo 2 paused screen on it.>complete silence, i could hear the muffled voiced of my friends outside and they were across the street.>was sitting on a couch with its back to the main hallway >hear a floorboard creak come from one of the rooms along the hallway, which instantly grabs my attention and pretty much forced me to focus on listening for any other sounds>begin to hear disembodied breathing coming from the hallway. it sounded like a woman had just stopped running and was trying to regulate her breathing and remain calm.>after about 6 seconds of listening in disbelief it sounded like the breathing was coming closer. it also sounded like the same few seconds of breathing on a loop, and it sounded like the breathing was originating from the ceiling rather than the height of a person.>burst the fuck out of my house, running at top speed, nearly collided with my friends as they were walking back towards the house.

They of course were like "wtf breh" but I was too frantic and slightly embarrassed to tell them what happened. I just passed it off as me getting bored and wanting to go outside too. I wish I had told them at the time. I didn't wanna seem like a weenie hut jrs.

>third spook. laying in bed one night, had been laying there for quite some time watching tv before eventually turning it off and trying to get some sleep>this was NOT sleep paralysis.>i turn the tv off and within 20 seconds of laying down, quite awake, the tv turns back on>when i turned the tv off i was watching Fresh Prince of Bel-Air>when the tv turned on by its self, static.>NOPENOPENOPE>i couldnt see what channel it was on, but i changed it back to Fresh Prince and decided to leave it on but try again to fall asleep>within about 30 seconds of lying there (on my stomach) i feel, at the foot of my bed, what feels like a hand pressing down on the mattress>really fucking hard, about 6 times. in quick succession. I could even hear my bed moving as it shook somewhat violently from this.>was paralyzed with fear for what felt like 10 seconds before I got the courage to get up.>ended up pulling an all nighter, too spooked to turn off the light and attempt sleeping again.

It was really hard to like, exist in that house at all without thinking of creepy shit for all the time. I told my mom the 3rd story and that's when she spilled unto me a whole list of shit that she experienced. She claims to have been touched and to have had her hair move as if it was being blown on. We only lived there for the course of 1 summer before we found another place (thank jeebus)

>about 12 years old>live with my dad and sister at the time>arrive home from friends place just as the sun was starting to set>dad is in kitchen making dinner>say hi to him>walk down hallway just outside of kitchen towards my room>as i walk down the shadowy hallway something past me in the opposite direction>couldn't make out features, was dark and blurry>figured that it was just my sister since it was the same size and that I couldn't make out features due to her moving quickly past me and the shadowy state of the hallway at dusk>thought nothing else of it, went to room and played some Ocarina of Time>about 25 minutes later dad calls me for dinner>when I get to the table I ask where my sister is>"Oh she's having supper at Rebecca's house tonight">realize she has not been home since we both left for school in the morning>instant chill down my spine, what the fuck did I pass in the hallway?

It only ever happened once. The only ghost-like experience I ever had in that house. My sister however has had a few and told me about them. One I remember well because I was somewhat involved:

>about 14>it's late, around midnight>I get woken up by my sister yelling from her room in a groggy voice>"Anon get out of my rooom!">"yell back angrily "I'm not in your room!">hear her get up and run downstairs to where my dad slept>fall back to sleep>next day she tells me she woke up and saw a pale figure barely visible in the dark kneeling by her bed and staring at her>she assumed it was me trying to scare her because i used to sometimes tell her made up stories about ghosts and aliens to freak her out

Weird shit. Maybe it was a dream of hers, I don't know, but to this day she swears she was awake and saw it and the memory still scares her.

She also has another memory of that house that she has recalled many times over the years. She says she remembers being about five, waking up and going into the hallway, looking towards the open-concept living room at the other end. She says she remembered seeing a weird bright orange shape and it made her feel really bad and scared but she didn't know what it was. Later as she grew up and became more wise to the world so to speak, she realized that what she saw back then was the outline of a person hanging and on fire.

Now, this house was not an old house and had no previous residents. My father bought the plot in 1987 and it was all woods. He cleared the land of trees himself and build the house on his own with the help of some of my uncles and my grandfather. I was born there and grew up there, and lived there until I was 15.

Oh also another memory. This one is not spooky really, actually kind of cool, but it certainly is a very weird and unexplainable childhood memory

>about 8 years old>swinging on swingset in backyard>behind me against a little wooden border of play area I lined up all of my tonka trucks beforehand>had about 6 or 7 of them, big things made of yellow painted metal (pic related)>mom and dad (still together at this point before she left my dad and moved out) are working in the yard doing gardening and stuff>lean back really far on the backswing as i swung on the swing>somehow fall off backwards>land on top of the tonka trucks on my back and back of my head>made a loud noise>parents come running over extremely worried>I just stand up and say i'm fine>feel absolutely no pain, not a single mark on me despite landing back first off a swing onto a bunch of metal trucks

I can't explain it. I have absolutely no idea how I managed to avoid injury. Something like it has never happened again; growing up I had my fair share of minor injuries from playing or accidents, but not this one time when I should have at least had a mark on me and felt some pain. I clearly remember the feeling of falling backwards, seeing the sky and the noise the trucks made when they knocked together as I fell into them. My mom remembers the event as well, although doesn't remember anything special about it. Just remembers it as one of many occasions where I was clumsy as a kid.

>be 7, childhood home>some time after my birthday>I got a puppy and these spygear glasses, baller as fuck I know>it was my responsibility to take the dog outside when it needed to go>for some reason I woke up in the middle of the night>puppy might've woken me up, no clue>take it outside to the back yard >spy glasses on so I can see (I mean come on kids make any excuse to use their toys>specifically remember puppy taking a shit under our huge degraded, rusty BBQ things>suddenly entire back yard is illuminated>all back yards are>house is, everything is fucking bright>wake up >can't find puppy>it was hiding under the pile of stuffed animals on my bed, seemed spooked as fuck>didn't realize that night and that morning were connected until a week or so later

it still haunts me to this day. I remember how bright the grass got. shit was fucked up.

>be around 11>mom believes in all sorts of hooby jooby magic and new age stuff>one night I wake up to get some water>brother and mom are standing in the dining room looking out the back window at a ring of fire in our back yard>wouldn't respond to me>I freak the fuck out and run to my bed because I dunno man that was spooky >next morning>tell them about my nightmare (we love sharing our dreams)>mfw a powerline or something fell in our yard and caused a ring of fire the night of my dream>mfw mom and bro said I didn't get up or say anything to them>mom hypes up my "astral projection">I don't believe in astral projection

>>67382>>67383fuck, just remembered another one. A little less spooky.

>be 4>playground at preschool>see an all-white figure with a white halo and wings fly across the sky, making really unnatural movements>excited as fuck because it's an angel!>other kids see it too>run inside and tell all the adults we saw an angel

I don't really remember anything other than that. I thought it was like, a rare occurrence similar to finding a four leaf clover.I was raised agnostic though, so it's weird that I immediately jumped to that conclusion.

God damn now that I think about it I had a decently spooky childhood, my dad and I saw a UFO in arizona when I was 8. I wish I could ask him about it but he's kill.

>be 17>2 years ago>moved into foster home because of a much longer story than this>live alone with morbidly obese, pentecostal christian foster dad>live in Housing Authority apartments, specifically slums that were rebuilt in the south in the 60s>foster dad is an OCD hoarder so there's crosses and religious/new age shit everywhere>my only form of internet is through a 3DS my friend gave me before I left our hometown>have all my drawers open because I just finished putting away my belongings>the drawers are shitty plastic ones (because apparently the other foster kids ruined his good drawers)>they're tilted slightly at a downward angle so if you open them half way they slide all the way out>browsing chans on 3DS coping with the bullshit I've been through>drawer slams shut>oh god what>foster dad is a pretty dramatic, whimsical guy>next morning we're just talking and he says "you're obviously not going to believe me because [blah blah blah you're a cynical nerd and nerdz don't believe in magic lol]>tells me the four apartments on our section are haunted (they're two-story, side to side kinda like townhomes>mentions drawers slamming, door beads clangin around, etc>tell him my drawers slammed last night and I never would've believed him if it happened after he told me>my fucking face when

From the same apartment

>foster dad only cursed if he got extremely pissed(which was kinda often due to being a neurotic ham planet)>be drawing or playing a game in my room>hear him scream "FUCK DON'T DO THAT" downstairs, dogs are barking>he starts bitching about how I could give him a heart attack>open the door and ask him what his deal is>he thought I was peaking my head out from behind the staircase wall to spook him>apparently the head was right at the ceilling>I'm not tall enough to get in that position>chill goes down my spine when I realize I'm standing right under where he saw the head>drawer slams upstairs>he has preacher mang come in and bless the house for the 8th time since he's lived there

also, the spookiest incident

>come home from church>foster dad has strict rules about keeping the lights off and whatnot>my light is on>he's pissed because I left it on>I didn't leave it on>I go upstairs to my room>the cross at the top of the door is turned upside down>my bedding is all taken off and in the corner of my bed>all the drawers are open>my sketchbook has dust and scratches all over it>check the other rooms>two other crosses in the house are upside down, and they're identical to the one in my room (made from nails)

I didn't believe in ghosts (or whatever you want to call this) until I moved into that home. I always thought it was whimsical bullshit for menopausal women.

I guess I didn't consider foster care life as a part of my "childhood" considering how recent it was.

>be 11>mom owned these beautiful blue drinking glasses>I always used one for water because hydration is key and those glasses were baller>mom, dad, and brother are all fighting>mom's trying to take the laptop that my brother bought with lawn money>I just get pissed and really want to hit something>glare at drinking glass>it fucking breaks and spills water everywhere>get my ass handed to me because parents thought I broke it for attention>never told them it broke on it's own because that sounds like bullshit

also

>be late at night, not supposed to be awake>brother lives in basement, basically has the whole fucking den to himself along with a bedroom>agreed to let me stay up to watch south park>something funny happens so I open his door to tell him>all I see is RULE 34 and some long red hair on the screen of his computer>he fucking screams his lungs out at me and all the lights go out>he yells to mom and dad to snitch on me for staying up (even though he agreed to this conspiracy)

I really hope no more memories get jogged, I'm embarrassed of the amount of posts I'm making

Reminds me of this weird thing that happened to me once. Not scary though.

So I was in maybe 3rd or 4th grade and had a pretty long afternoon bus route home. It was really roundabout and went in a loop through some woods and stuff, it's a huge pain. Anyway, on one of the main roads we cross a bridge over this stream. I've only seen it from the road but it must be at least 50 feet wide and pretty deep. Anyway there were a few rocks sticking out of this stream unless the water was really high.

Anyway, the one day our bus passes by and I'm staring out the window and I swear there was this little pterosaur standing on the rock, maybe two feet tall. I never saw it again but it always seemed weird to me. There was no way you could wade across and taking a boat on this little stream just to put a toy on a rock as a prank seemed like way too much effort. It definitely wasn't a heron or anything, either. I was a pretty imaginative kid so this thing really stuck with me for the rest of my childhood. I'm pretty convinced it was a prank but I can't imagine who would go to such an effort.

Seems silly compared to some of the scary stories itt but I always thought it was odd.

>wen i was about 10 we (my 2 pals and i)collected military stuff(still do)>went to Andrew's "camo" birthday party, lots of adults, kids in camo, we had PASGT helmets and Interceptor body armor from people we knew from the Army or Marines or watever(this was around the time of the invasion of Iraq)>he lives outside town, no one for a couple miles>the adults are inside discussing how disturbing it was that their kids were a paramilitary group, the rest of the kids are with them> we are playing with a tent he just got in big backyard he had>one of the adults comes running out of the bushes he had in his yard, with a knife trying to scare us 3>we think one of the adults is screwing with>we run and get our bb guns and stuff>hes gone, we bust out the flashlights and fireworks and PaTroll everywere around his house for like an hour, thinking we're hardasses and we'll show this adult whats up>come back without any luck, tell the adults and kids what happened>the adults look at us with a disturbed expression, we think were in trouble>everyone goes home, my parents are trying to get me to describe wut i saw>forget the whole thing, years later learn that the adults had called the police>started buying vests and guns again

>when i was in 5th grade we had a really big puddle that developed during the wet season at our school

thing was at least 20x35 feet, maybe a foot or more deep in the Mariana's Trench abyss that was the middle

>one day, small, bizarre fish appeared in it>teachers were baffled at this>popped the little animals in a fish tank and kept them in a classroom>next year i had graduated but my next school was stupidly cheap so we shared the playground with the loser 5th graders>talking to one, i bring up the fish event>he says "someone snuck in and stole them">ditch class and ask my teacher i had back then cause we were buds about them>he says they were there one day, and werent there the next day day

I was disquieted

Maybe This wasnt scary but baffling and strange, fish have not evolved legs and cant just fucking run away, nor does god take time to mod a playground and spawn fish in a puddle

Ok so my good acquaintance gets a new house, im about 8

>not a bad house, not greatest neighborhood but no mass murders took place there>his mom always likes to mess with us, lets son invite all his buddies to come and start out with good times at new house>mom has system worked out were her neighbors are in on it and there gonna scare us>tells us to go on ghost hunt

I will add that every adult involved has a radio to coordinate the effort

>we are chasing sheets and stuff around, all that good stuff>i see, very clearly, his mom dressed in black run down hall>gotchanowyouvebeenfoiled>runs into bedroom, we are all chasing her, im leading>turn corner, SWEAR TO GOD i see her run into a closet and slam the door behind her>ha! Shes in the closet! She thinks we are dumb!>I open closet, theirs a blue towel and a black towel on the floor

>>67408Where do you live? In the American south they have those imported Chinese fuckers that can walk from pond to pond during the wet seasons. Think they're called snakeheads or something? inb4 I'm wrong as shit

Taft, californiaRoosevelt schoolI never saw them per say, i just heard all the hype about it, it sounded like maybe those basic fish one would see in any home or office fish tankIve seen snakeheads on river monsters, i dont believe thats wut it was but as before i never saw them

Taft, californiaRoosevelt schoolI never saw them per say, i just heard all the hype about it, it sounded like maybe those basic fish one would see in any home or office fish tankIve seen snakeheads on river monsters, i dont believe thats wut it was but as before i never saw them

>>61281The same exact thing happened to me, but in the tub! I have so much trouble with this memory because I honestly remember it being bigger than a NYC cockroach, and when I turned my head again, it fucking disappeared. Even then (9) I realized there was nowhere something that fucking massive could've gone to get away that quickly, so I have no idea what to think.

Another weird thing that happened to me is my first memory.

> be 3 y/o, my 3rd birthday> be spinning around in a circle in yard on hot summer day> perspective flashes to blue/white spark flying in the sky spiraling downward > flash back to me noticing the spark> spark goes into my eye> remember absolutely nothing from before this moment, but have an otherwise intensely vivid memory of my whole life

It's by far the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me. It's seriously never not on my mind.

>4th or 5th grade>live with mom, step-dad/bf, therefore his 2 daughters on weekends>house was 3 floors we had top 2 me older sister and older step sister on 3>one day older sister freaks out because all the doors were opened>realize there's a door from the stairs to My room opened>door to hers from mine>door immediately after that in her room to a bathroom>door on same wall 6 steps forward to long closet which parallels the same but longer and deeper into the wall>that closet door is beside the door to our stepsisters room, and that room has a door to its own stairs>the other door opened was a 3rd closet door in my older sisters bedroom>older sister tells me to peak into the longest closet, the lightswitch is halfway in so>holding the door panel I poke my head in to find all the way down the opposite end was a white girl in a dress 5 years old or less and she was peaking out from the wall just like me >froze, my vision zoomed in on her like she got close but all the surroundings zoomed out and became further away before i pulled myself out scared

Best thread on an imageboard i've read in a while.This one's not so paranormal, but spooks were had nevertheless.

> Be 14 > Be at friends house on Halloween> As edgy teens as we were, we decided to take a walk on the nearby graveyard> Everyone excited for spooks> Graveyard pitchblack, im ahead of the troop> Suddenly we hear someone Crying, but we ignore it since everyone tries to spook each other.> As we walked further we just hear one of our friends screaming "STOP!"> We all spooked and surprised as we hear him talkin with a shaking voice> "you're standing on my dad's grave"> As i try to illuminate the surrounding area i notice we were walking all over the graves, just to stop on his dads one> Never spoke about it since then.

>Be about 7, maybe 6, sleeping in dark room with no lights on because wasn't one of the kids that cared about the dark when sleeping>Mom regularly sees ghosts if she is to be believe, and I knew all my life it wasn't anything like horror movie ghosts for most people so why? Anyways>Wake up from deep-ish sleep because felt like being watched>Look up and see very tall lanky just blacker then black figure looming and swaying a bit, its shoulders too tall not to crouch at the ceiling>Scream, but literally no sound. You would think sleep paralysis right?>But when I wake up, I ask mom why no one came while I was screaming. They had just kept sleeping.>Mom says "You know, for some reason all I thought when you were screaming that night was it must just be a nightmare." Later find out they all 3 (brother & dad) all thought the same thing oddly and didn't even care or have trouble falling asleep to my screams that night>That is way not how any of my family is towards me or ever was WTF

>Nearly drown in small lake>can't swim>walk into hole in the ground in the nonswimmer area>top of my head close to water surface>in kind of lotus seat hover around>no fear only relaxation>ne need to breathe>big yellow hand approaches me>I grab it>seconds later I am on the shore>my mum pulled me out>I choke water out of my lungs>suddenly there is a strange small scar in my face

>always wanted to see spooky shit>even when i was a kid>never saw jackshit>even tried summoning rituals and walking around the house in complete dark expecting to glimpse some ghost or demon or whatever>nothing ever happened

the best i got is that i swear to fucking god i got a really vivid memory of santa claus passing over my uncle's house with his sled and dropping a fuck huge bag of toys i actually gained from my family. it was completly natural for me since i was completly 100% sure santa was real. i wasn't even excited when i told my mom i saw santa claus next morning. i was just like, "hey mom, remember when santa dropped this huge bag of sweet toys n shit, it almost hit me".

plus my sister used to see tiny, quick things going from room to room in the corridor of my old house. she was terrified when my parents were at work, if i remember it well, i didn't give a shit.

>Be 7-8 years old.>Track meet at school, lots of people around.>Class gets to go outside to watch a few races.>Watching a race, when I look around the yard and see this man, fucking STARING at me.>Totally bald, really small, sunk-in eyes, and his skin looked fucking crispy and like it was badly burnt or somerhing.

II'm pretty sure this was just my imagination or a fucking demon or something, cause he was way too scary looking to be around children.

Not paranormal, but when I was a kid, my grandparents used to live in this two story home, one ground floor, one big basement. Downstairs was a bathroom, boiler room, bedroom, main recreation floor and a workshop that my grandpa used to keep his tools/liquor in since my grandma couldn't walk down stairs due to polio as a kid. Anyway, whenever I used to go down there alone as a kid, I always go this absolutely overwhelming urge to run away. It was literally overpowering. Like I couldn't and shouldn't be down there. I remember this brass bust statue that would always be staring at me. I don't know what it was, but being down there alone was absolutely terrifying. Now, since my grandpa died, it's almost comforting. Like whatever used to freak me out about being there has been driven out and now my grandpa's spirit looks over it and me. I'm not sure. It's probably nothing, but I can still remember the terror that I felt down there, and it was weird.

I remember taking a nap as a child, and having a very weird, vivid, dark dream. It was pretty incomprehensible, but powerful. It woke me up. Turns out this was the day my great grandmother died, she had been in the hospital for a little bit, and her TOD was around the time I had this dream. Idk what this means.

When I was a kid (probably about 10 or 11, so this would've been ~2006) I took a plane to Phoenix to go visit my great aunt. I fucking love airplanes, so I was stoked. I looked out the window pretty much the whole time.

An hour or two before we landed (which would put us around New Mexico, I'm sure you see where this is going), I looked away from the window because the drink cart came down the aisle and my parents asked if I was thirsty. When I looked out the window again, there was a black, oblong /something/ just floating off the wing, like it was flying in formation with us or something. After staring in disbelief for a few seconds I turned to get my mom, but when I looked back out the window it was gone.

>I'm laying in bed in the middle of the night and everything is quiet.>I suddenly hear the sound of a very loud hair dryer turn on.>Right next to my bedroom is a bathroom that connects to the hallway next to my room and to the master bedroom.>I can see there is a light on in the bathroom from the gap under the door, but the door itself is locked.>I try to turn the knob with no success and I knock on the door. The loud hair dryer is still going, I hear a female voice yell out, "Don't come in!" in a sweet sounding voice that sounds a bit different from my mother's.>I decide to go down the hall into the master bedroom. It's dark in the room and my mother is not in bed, the bathroom door inside the master bedroom is open and ajar with the light still on and the loud hair dryer.>I walk over to the door and swing it open.>The sound of the hair dryer is now deafening. I see in the bath tub a dead woman with brunette hair and blood shot eyes, her arms and throat were sliced open and the hair dryer that was making all the noise was plugged into the wall socket and running while in the bath tub. The bath tub was just filled with blood.>The dead woman did not do anything and I swear I remember the smell of burned flesh.>I started screaming and crying extremely loudly.>The lights in the bathroom suddenly cut out and I ran out of that bathroom faster than I ever have in my entire life.>I ran downstairs and found my mother had fallen asleep on the couch in front of the television, now awakened by my screaming and crying.>I barely was able to explain what I saw in between my choked up sobs.>We turned on all the lights as we went upstairs.>We got to the door in the hallway. It was unlocked and even slightly ajar, which it was not before. >We went inside and the bathroom was as clean as it was before ignoring the normal dirtiness we were used to.>No dead body in the tub, no blood anywhere, the tub was completely dry, and the hair dryer was deep inside a cabinet with the chord wrapped around it.>My mother was convinced all I saw was a dream, but I'm positive I was awake.

Did you check to see if anyone had died in that house and in that bathroom from suicide? I don't get why her neck and arms were sliced open if the method of death was by electrocution. Also if it was a murder and the killer tried to make it look like a suicide then that is one stupid killer.

I had toys that moved(not like, "set toy down, leave, come back and in another place" moved, but as i fucking watched them!

I swear to God i remember all this happening

>im like 1 1/2 or something, my earliest memory>I had a Wiley Coyote toy, the one with the bigass yellow eyes, loved the guy to death remember bringin that dude everywhere >we were tight>i start to notice his left arm twich occasionaly, but im a stupid so ok wile e is alive>go to sleep with my bud, notice his eyes seem to glow HUGE and yellow for some reason>lets put wiley on the tv shelf tonight>stares at me all night>wake up, my badass german shepard is growling at something>weres wile e? Scratching noise coming from wall>remember next day, dried blood on wall>"a dog jumped in the window last night" parents tell me

Then why didnt my 80 pound German Shepherd jump in its ass?Shortly after(like, within weeks) we move out of that houseNever see wile e again

Few years later

Got a stuffed siberian husky

>again, best buds>Bring everywhere>cant remember why, but all of a sudden im paranoid its alive too>convince myself otherwise>about to go to bed> sits by my pillow on top bunk>remember it turning and jumping off>CRY of fear>dog gets put in other room we store shit in

Never seen it since

God thats the first time ive seen the stuffed wile e since then, just looked it upBrings back chills

I still have a really weird memory I remember clear as day that I'll never forget. It wasn't scary but it was perhaps on of the strangest things I ever experienced when I was a kid.

>Over friends house in the living room playing some games and just hanging out like usual. >from the living room you can see the front door and in front of it the stair case leading upstairs to bedroom area>friend's grandparents a while back died in the house >get a very strange feeling and I turn towards the front door>there is an old woman in a large green robe just standing there staring into the window on the front door>light coming from the window on the door is almost blinding bright, certainly not normal daylight coming through it at that point.>she is moving like a normal person but seems to be focused on something outside the window but the thing is you can't actually see anything outside the window since it's not clear glass.>I turn to tell my friend but for some reason no words can come out of my mouth but I wasn't in shock or afraid so it made no sense. >turn back again and everything is normal.>we were the only 2 people in the place at the time.

What made it even stranger is it was when it happened, it was like time just froze. I couldn't hear anything else happening around me and surely my friend who was right next to me just staring at the screen would have noticed me staring in the amount of time it felt like. The house in general was very strange to me. Some rooms in it just did not feel right, most notably a couple of the upstairs bedrooms, and in the basement there is a sealed off area by a concrete wall with a very small opening in the top of the wall. No one knows what is behind that wall besides that there is a large room behind it (or rooms who knows), I still want to know but there is no way to even get into without simply destroying the wall that is also extremely thick. No normal sledgehammer is going to break down that wall.

>be mid to late 70's>My dad and uncle around 10-12 years old>uncle has a birth defect so he can't run or walk properly>both of them are sleeping in a shared room>they both wake up independently at the samemoment>they both see a ghost of a woman floating above their beds>it isn't doing anything, just watching them>my dad manages to make eye contact with my uncle>both realize they are both seeing it>they simultaneously jump up to run out>my dad says my uncle, who walks half the speed of the average person, was literally sprinting faster than he was out the door and out the front porch> they both sit outside until morning

This story ruined me as a kid because they both experienced it and told slightly different versions of the story, but the ghost looked the same to them both

>Be a child so possibly overactive imagination>Have a toy closet>Occasionally the light turns on/off by itself while I am in my room. Can either be during day or night.>Swear I can hear rustling like a small, furry animal moving about.>Electronic toys often turn on by themselves (this was before Furbies but those scared the shit out of me too)>One day electronic piano turns on by itself in the closet and sounds like something banging on the keys

It was just normal childhood fear, I gather, but fuck if it wasn't spooky anyway. Conveniently the door couldn't open/close by itself so as long as I had it closed when I wasn't paying attention to it, I felt mostly safe.

I have several stories from mostly one house we lived in as children, stories very similar to OP's.

Was a ranch style home with a mostly finished basement. For some reason, all 3 of us kids and our parents experienced very strange phenomena in the house and to this day we have no idea what it was. They seem to have stopped occuring to us since we moved out of that house... plus we all no longer live together these days.

There were many incidents, these are the most notable.

>happened about 20 times>be downstairs watching tv in the tv room>pick any combination of family members, we all experienced it>hear from door open upstairs>creaky boards and footsteps upstairs, occasionally doors shutting around the house>assume someone just came home>nope.>all that noise, and when you went upstairs there was fucking nobody>and when asked, any absent family members never reported that they had stopped by briefly.

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This didn't happen to me so I'll write normally. My mother got spooked because she was in the basement again folding laundry. She was alone at the time, and she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. She said when she turned around she saw a person go walking from my then-bedroom into the storage room. It wasn't just a brief peripheral shot, she said she watched someone walk in there... then she went in there after them, and there was nobody.

A similar thing happened to my brother and his friend, they were both in his room talking about something, and a disembodied voice said something like 'Hey, where's Chad?'. They both said they heard it, and immediately turned around to face the doorway thinking someone came in, but again nobody was there, or even downstairs. Also, nobody knows a person by that name, but they both swear that they heard a voice speak the words behind them.

------------I have had several sleep-time phenomena as well. I assume these are just weird sleepy hallucinations, but they're still really odd and I only experienced this kind of thing at that one house.

>Be in my room, asleep, about 14 years old>may have been a little bit sick, could have been some kind of mild fever hallucination>Wake up in the middle of the night, like 4am>Hear weird shifting noise in the corner near my drum set>An animated corpse is standing in front of my drum set>I am ACTUALLY awake.>I freeze in absolute terror as i make eye contact with the fuckin thing>It's kind of stiff and stumbly, but it's skin is very sticky and falling off, basically the most mutilated corpse you will ever see>It makes weird gasps and starts waddling towards my bed, for some reason stopping every couple steps to twitch and sort of spin really fast in a sort of supernatural way>Still frozen in fear, being completely awake and vividly witnessing this nasty corpse walk towards me>it gets to the end of my bed, puts it's hand on my foot, can feel it through the blanket>Disappears into a cloud of ash, which then also disappears entirely>I never go back to sleep, I literally remain sitting up in bed unable to move for like 2 hours, heart pounding, in the morning my mom comes down to wake me up, i'm still awake, tell her all about it... she doesn't seem to give a shit and tells me to get ready for school.

Later:

>About 15 or 16>have several nights of strange noises and such>wake up one night hearing a sort of tinkly noise>look by the door, pitch black... the rest of the room lit up by moonlight>why so dark?>try to see more clearly, dark spot moves... like a 3-dimensional shadow or cloud hovering in the corner of my room.>start to stand up>shadow thing moves FAST, starts to move around my room as if to try to corner me>I run out to the hallway and to my parent's room, they ask what's wrong, and I just kind of turn around and see nothing, ask some weird question to dodge the scenario like 'was the dog running around earlier'>go back to bed

I've seen stuff like Hat Man, bleeding walls, shit like that when I've woken up in that house. I'd never done a drug up to that point in my life.

Also:

>wake up in the middle of the night>both parents looking at me through my cracked door, the hallway light is on>notice I'm sitting indian-style in my bed with my sheets wrapped around me in a sort of crescent shape>parents ask me what I was saying and what's wrong>first words out of my mouth were "It doesn't matter, 3 more hours we're dead anyhow.">Was only half awake when i said that, as I came to I had NO idea why I said it.>Ask them why they woke me up>They said I was literally yelling in my sleep, sitting upright on my bed, ranting nonsense and something about the end of the world

Lastly (and eerily like OP's story):

>once again, in bed, trying to sleep.>hear a sort of tinkly sound above me>Look up, see a glittery object, kind of roundish with weird thin wires coming off>end of each wire has a sort of spidery orb on the end>circles above me slowly, getting louder and louder and descending, as if planning to land on me eventually.>jump out of my covers, eyes locked to object, doesn't go away>on my way out of bed, a tiny bit of spring was sticking from mattress>cut the SHIT out of my foot, scream, run outs of my room. Parents ask what's wrong, I wasn't sure what to tell them so I just said I saw something weird in my room, and tried to get up and sliced my foot.>everyone goes back to bed and the thing is gone.

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>At home, family is having a sort of get-together.>I'm upstairs and walking towards the kitchen>Don't see anyone upstairs, everyone outside.>Hear a phone dialing downstairs in the basement, Assume someone's down there.>I walk downstairs to see what everyone's up to.>Nobody anywhere downstairs either, only access to the basement is the same stairs I just came down, so nobody had recently come up.>Brother's phone laying on the table, screen lit up with some random numbers punched in>Backlight (which goes off 10-15 seconds after no input) goes off.>Go upstairs, brother is outside, says he's been out there for like half an hour.>tl;dr phone was dialing nonsense numbers into itself in the basement.

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My mother says that when I was a little kid (like 4) I used to tell her about how at night, shadow people would come up out of the floor and walk around my room and talk to me. I don't remember them, but this just goes along with all the other weird shit I used to see at night time in that house.

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>Me, brother, sister sitting on the couch in the front room (tv had been up there previous to the move to the basement.>Door to garage was open, slammed shut.>No big deal, probably wind or air pressure, tho no windows or anything are open.>Then the doors to the bedrooms shut in sequence>Getting freaked the fuck out now, I was about 12, middle child>our childhood superstitions lead us to exit the house>as we leave, I'm the last one out. We walk into the front yard and turn around>big ass, heavy, wood, carpet-dragging front door slams shut about 10 seconds after we walk into the yard>spooked kids don't enter the house for like an hour

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Take from those what you will. Some of them are probably just hallucinations of an overactive imagination of a teenager (included because even hallucinations are still spooky). But some of them (like the phone, the noises upstairs, doors closing on their own) were real and when we were wide awake, and some of them multiple people witnessed. On a regular basis weird shit like that would happen, I haven't listed all of the more minor shit we encountered living there. To be honest I kinda miss the weird shit.

>Be youngish around 13-14 I think.>Buy new radio.>Put said radio on chester drawers.>Hook it all up and shit. It works. Leave it on one radio station.>Leave for a few hours.>Come home.>That nigga is sitting the in middle of my floor all hooked up and shit playing the same radio station I left it on but it was showing another radio station. >The second I touch it the fucker switches to playing the same radio station as it is displaying.>waddafugggggggggggggggggg????

>>68262ghosts hate pop punk man. One time I was blasting Blink 182 in a creepy abandoned factory and my CD player started vibrating and then exploded. Then a poltergeist tore into our corporeal realm and proceeded to lecture me for 40 straight minutes on why people like me are destroying the music industry.

>be 6 or 7>waiting in dirt parking lot for brother>maid tries entertaining me with her singing and stuff>suddenly starts this weird whistling through her teeth>summons a fucking vortex in front of us>vividly remember other waiting drivers pointing at it>get so freaked out I tell her to stop >as soon as she stops the whistle the vortex disappears

She got fired when I was young for reasons so I could never ask her if it really happened

>Used to be and still kinda very poor>Ate dog food when i was a kid>Stayed at grandmas a lot who was proper senile>Went to attached garage to eat said dog food>Pitch black inside>Car inside so super tight/hard to move around>open container>door slams shut>boxes fall and block off my exit so have to go around car>negative electricity in air

When i got around to the other side of the car I see a silhouette of my grandma. "Her" eyes open up and they are blood red. I lose my shit and have to plow through the spector in order to run outside. Madness

>9 or 10 years old>Wide awake, 3 or 4 in the morning>Blinding bright white-blue light fills the room>Window blinds are closed, my room at the back of the house, no streetlights, no floodlights, never store the car in the garage, etc>Absolute fear and dread>Pretend I am asleep>Light continues for several hours, then goes out>Ask parents/siblings, no one knows what I'm talking about

To this day I have no logical explanation, and I sometimes regret not being brave enough to turn over and see what the cause was...sometimes...

>>68341Nah, I've avoided it since my mom told me about that. Sucks because I also loved that game. Same as you, I figured it was specific visual patterns or something that triggered it. It's just strange to me that I've played far more video games than the average joe and never had a seizure from them before or since.

I know there was something going on with me that night though because I distinctly remember feeling fuck-awful before falling asleep. Crazy to me that I literally don't recall ANYTHING about having the seizure, though. Like, I don't remember what would have happened beforehand aside from feeling shitty, don't remember my parents freaking out about it before or after, etc. But my mom wouldn't lie or get confused about it, I don't think. To this day she swears it happened, but part of me doubts that it did. It's hard to say.

I feel like I used to see a lot of shit as a kid, but due to adult-isms being forced into having a concrete perception of reality I feel like the majority of them I've subconsciously blocked out of my memory. These are some great stories though.

Not really a "childhood" moment, as I was 17 at the time, but my dad had passed away recently (i'm talking 2-5 months recently) and we wound up getting EVPs. This was back in 2007, where we were still using an answering machine with a tape and all. We had 3 separate EVPs happen. One, a voice recording with my uncle talking to NO ONE. He thought he was talking to my brother but it just wound up being him talking to no one on the voice machine thinking it was my brother. Then there was one that left a message saying "This is Mike", (my dad's name) but there was some REALLY freaky interference going on. There was more said but it was so terrifying and spirit wrenching (since our spirits are inclined to stay in this realm and not others), that I can't remember much else. We still have those evps on our answering machine phone that's away in storage somewhere. My whole family heard it. Not just me. My brother, my mom, my uncle. It was extremely creepy.Not the only story, but we wound up having weird calls on our crappy cellphone - the number called itself somehow. We weren't able to answer it - it just happened and we all felt something was up.

Then there was the variety of times I heard knocks at the door after his passing, with no one there when I went to check. We lived in the middle of near no-where so it was uncommon to have our doors be knocked...

My dad was always a fan of watching ghost shows on TV, and he believed in them. He always said he'd haunt us after he was gone. Guess he did. Nothing like that ever happens anymore, though. We moved out of the house (he didn't die there, he died at work) and never had those occurrences again. Not even when my Gramma passed.

TBH though, something weird was going on at that house after he passed. Like portals, or something. I just "felt" presences there, even if they weren't his. It was in Griffin GA, so I don't really expect anything less. I always felt I was being watched - especially at night by entities over in the east coast.

It's extremely blunted now that I'm in California. Too fast paced to pick up signals and not as much war history, and not a lot of humidity to keep spiritual energy around. And maybe the fact that I'm getting older has something to do with the reason why I can't perceive as much as I used to. Like I've stated before, after being on earth long enough we begin to get "grounded" in the material of earth instead of the spirit. It's why I do have religious beliefs based in self experienced spirituality. They say you can't enter the kingdom of God unless you're like a child. Children are hella perceptive in this spiritual stuff. Just rewatch the matrix. There's a reason adults don't take the red pill. It'd be too shocking out of our material world... (Sorry to quote movies like they're fact to potential non-believers)

When I was 12 years old I had seen my first ufo, I saw a multicolored disk which was rotating outside. Ever since then I had daily nightmares about being abducted by aliens. Fast forward 4 years I experienced the most horrifying experience in my life.I saw an "alien" through my window with a large cylinder behind him, the ship, he slowly walked towards me and he instantly teleported in.my room, I don't know if it was the fear or this being but I was paralyzed. It then proceeds to my bed where I am laying terrified and whispers in my ear "ayy lmao, stop shitposting"

Although I know cremation funerals have their own thing but maybe some people find comfort in the symbology of the casket getting lowered into the ground because they're old school like that or something.

Oh fuck I actually have one. Could someone please help me explain this.

>Living in Tennessee>Under the age of 8>Inna apartment complex near a huge field (semi-rural)>Walking around doing kid stuff>Walking along the fence line that separates the field and the apartments is a massive pink hairless rodent>It was about the size of a Capybara and walked with a hobble>It had large pointed ears, almost like a Dobermans>It was walking away from me yet I could still see it's ears over it's fat body>Had a long rodents tail

I have, to this day, never seen an animal that even closely resembled what I saw that day.

>>68607it was probably just some random mammal that lost all it's hair for whatever reason, not necessarily even a rodent. most any mammal tail without hair will look something like a rat's tail. Whatever made it lose it's hair could explain the hobble. A lot of fuzzy mammals look strange without hair, like this bear.

Wtf is wrong with you people. He described an opossum. It probably wasn't even hairless, they just look like that from a distance sometimes... Or it could had been, they tend to be diseased quite often when around people, being nocturnal and all.

>>61271Thought i was on /b/ for a second and this ancient thread still exists.

Anyways i dont think i posted here yet. Its not as scary as your shit but im not sure how to explain it.When i was about 4 i remember walking out into my front yard and finding a cat skeleton, standing up with ants crawling all oher it and bits of flesh hanging off. I vaguely remember running away screaming and telling my mom about it. Do you think it was a dream? For one i dont think skeletons would stand like thay but hey, im no skeletologist.

>Out on a school field trip into a wooded camping area>Green fields, football (soccer) field >Around 4-5th grade>Go exploring into the woods>Find an unoffical trail, like the trail isn't made of dirt, it's just a small clearence through the woods>"Cool. Let's go exploring, guys" >Rag tag clothes hanging on trees and bushes and on the ground>Pretty sure there was a dead fireplace or something>Moment later we come up to a tent>We look into the tent>"Oh, shit">Bag full of corpse maggots and needles>"I think we should go">Run back and tell the teachers>A lot of kids there now>Teachers tell us to stay away

Probably a hobo heroin camp

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>Walk home from school with sister>4-5th grade aswell>Around 8 minute walk from and to school>1-2 minutes left, a strange man comes up to us>Stranger danger>Obviously retarded/handicapped as hell>Think I have seen him before around the neighborhood>Oh, that's right: there's a retard center just around the corner>"HEY HEY">"H-hey" I responded>Shake hands>He's smiling >Sister tries to run away>'Don't leave me here, bitch' I thought>Grabbed the handle of her rucksack as a sign to stay put>'We don't want to give the retard a reason to abduct and kill us' hint>We walk slowly away, he gets the fuck out>Sister says something of disaproval and unease

>Some time later I ask my friend who lives like 30-40 meters away from me if he's seen the retard creep roaming around>"Yeah, he's a really nice handicapp. I've met him around the neighborhood when I walk with my family, he says hello and greets us everytime we see him.>"No, I think he's a creepy retard.">A year or 2 later I get like fucking PTSD or something and become seriously scared of handicapped people, like phobia scared. Especially with that retard and some other homelss retard veggie in a wheelchair I see around town. >Shit starts eating away at me, thought of them pops up every second in my head>"PLEASE STOP">Literally becomes a serious mental problem for me>I become very emotional and disturbed>Family tells me I am insane>Get over it after 6-12 months

Since then I have become extremely uneasy around them. Like I support hitlers policy of terminating retards

I was wondering around at Harold Park last summer and I was near Berry pond where people sometimes take their dogs for a walk. I was walking down a foot path and I felt a very cold breeze go by me. It was not windy at all that day, and was bright and sunny. I came up to a bridge and when I was halfway across it I heard someone else walking behind me. I stopped and the footsteps behind me stopped. I then ran across and waited at the end of the bridge and the footsteps ran after me. Another cold breeze followed by an god awful smell of rotting food and feet. not sure how to describe this experience but it was quite clear I was not welcome there. I headed back to my car to find someone had written “Go AWAY” in sticks tied together on the hood of my car. I had figured someone was pulling a joke on me (all my friends know im a fan of the blair witch project movies) so I took a look at the sticks to see if there were normal knots tied, but the knots were not normal – they were all two half hitches and taught line knots. not many people know how to tie these knots unless theyre eagle scouts (like me) or have marine knowledge. Also, all the sticks used were of birch trees – I think I noticed about two or three of those trees within about 5 miles that I had walked. I returned to the same spot about a week later and the bridge was gone and in its place was a pile of birch sticks all tied together, again with two half hitch and taught line knots used to tie the sticks together. I decided to take a picture of the pile of tied sticks, and later had it developed. in the photo there was a dead deer laying on the ground with a birch stick in its neck. Despite the obvious hints that I was not welcome, I returned a month or so later when it was the beginning of winter. The bridge had returned, and was made of birch trees tied together. I walked around the bridge instead of over it. when I got to the other side that same god awful smell returned – it was nauseating and almost made me vomit. I looked back at the other side of the bridge and there was a deer standing on the opposite side. It looked at me and then walked away into the woods. I took a photo of the bridge made of birch and later had it developed to again show a dead deer with a stick in its neck. when I returned to my car after the third and final trip there I had four flat tires and birch bark rolled up like scrolls and tied with a taught line on my passenger seat. my car was locked and armed. no windows were broken or signs of forced entry. the interior of my car also smelled like death for the rest of the week. now every time I drive by Berry Pond something strange happens with my car; the headlights turn on/off, the horn beeps uncontrollably, or my car even stalls for no reason.

Once when I was about 17 or so I was sitting in the park with one of my buddy's around 9:30 maybe 10pm. The parks closed and were waiting for our bud man who lives right next to that park to get home. Its fairly big maybe 2 sq miles or so.

Were on a swing set facing over the lake in the middle of the park when we notice there's a new "cell phone tower" as we were calling it. We both grew up in the area and we knew the park and its views quite well. There was always one red blinking light from a cell tower you could make out through the trees at night but tonight there were two and the new one didn't blink.

We don't think much of it but continue to watch it as its dark and you cant see much. On top of that there wasn't much else to do while we awaited our herb. Suddenly the nonblinking light began to shift up and to the right then simply shot off. Not like up into the sky but like it stayed pretty low and moved very fast.

Not sure why we noped the fuck out. I think mainly because we were the only two people in the park and we were convinced whatever it was must have been watching us back. Fun times.

I have a couple of stories, but I don't think they're anything that couldn't possibly be explained. They are still weird to think back on.

>be like 3 or 4>wander out of living room into dark apartment hallway for no real reason because fuck it, I'm 4>just kind of chill out there while my mom, brother and sister are in the lit living room, nobody else is home>entire rest of the apartment is dark>start hearing a really faint noise coming from my sister's room>sounds like a voice whispering to me>too dark to see anything in there>noise/voice sounds like it's whispering my name>go back into living room because fuck I don't want to be out there anymore

>probably be like 12 or 13>way older stepsisters decide to scare me and my brother>draw makeshift Ouija board on back of some cardboard box from like a jigsaw puzzle or something>all four of us put a finger on a quarter and put it on the board>older stepsister starts asking questions>quarter starts to move around and spell shit out>message is allegedly from ghost of old lady>she asks the ghost how she died>ghost says she killed herself>asks her why>ghost says "because life fucked me over">both stepsisters laughing I guess because they were spelling this shit out and I didn't realize it at the time>in the middle of this stepsisters have to go home>decide to try and stay in contact with ghost by myself>keep a finger on the coin and put it back on the box>ask it the same questions>coin actually starts moving without me moving it>starts spelling the same answers out>ask old lady where she lived>she answers "West Virginia">keep trying to talk to her>coin now keeps moving to "BYE" every time I ask anything

> around 11-12> have a little bro, he is 6-7> he has this stuffed dinosaur he always carried everywhere> Dino is the broest best friend my little bro has> mom goes to flea market one day and returns with some cool stuff> comes home with this teddy bear> little bro tells me the Teddy is named Toby> that very night little bro's dinosaur disappears > Dino is gone!> I searched everywhere in the house for like a week> basement, attic, garage, and his room, my room, and mom's> little bro plays with Toby instead> bro no longer want to play SNES with me, basketball, or biking, just spend hours talking to Toby> weird fucking shit starts to happen> smoke alarms go off one time> in my bro bedroom his trash can is one fire> dad puts it out> little bro is grounded, but claims it was Toby who made him do it> the day after little bro is ungrounded little bro draws on the walls of his room in red markers> he claims Toby like the color red, it's his favorite color> little bro is grounded again> another time all of our kitchen and steak knives go missing one day> I find them under my little bro's bed in a box the next day> little bro says Toby needed them for a game he wanted to play later> my parents ground my little bro yet again> I finally have a talk with little bro and I can see with tears in his eyes he is telling the truth> this is getting to creepy.> Toby died today.> I take toby outside and put him in the charcoal grill> douse him in lighter fluid and set him a blaze> dig a 2 foot deep hole in the back corner of my yard and bury Toby and whatever ashes he had left> The very night I burned and buried Toby, Dino appeared under my little bro's pillow > Toby is a distant memory> when we sell the house I notice in the location where I buried toby the grass refuses to grow there

I've had a fair amount of spiritual things happen to me, and my family. Mostly good, and a lot of the time from family/friends passed on. Sometimes there was freaky stuff, but nothing exciting enough to put on here.

This is something I literally haven't told anyone, and still freaks me the fuck out and confuses me when I think about it.

>be 20 years old>be at friends parents holiday home which is up high on a mountain>literally one of 3 properties on the whole mountain>parents decide to drive 2 hours to Sydney (Ausfag) to see Kings Cross and gamble>me and friend are stoked>don't have to go into the bush to smoke, and risk getting killed by a fucking snake or funnel web>they leave and we smoke>beautiful view of the coast and the bushlands>decide to go to bed early (about 10) so when we could wake up and have a bowl before his parents come home

This is where shit gets fucked.

>have own room on the second floor, window faces to the small clearing and then just a huge view down the mountain of bushland>fall asleep playing Pokémon>wake up at what I'm assuming is atleast an hour after falling asleep>see bright arse light seeping through the cracks and edges of the curtains>like a police spotlight or a football stadiums lightpoles>open curtains thinking *dafuq, I'm too tired to be morning*>eyes burn like the fiery arsehole of Satan>try to glance up and let eyes focus on what the hell is going on>so bright that eyes are having a hard time focusing>just see a wide oval of light, but I could still notice the darkness of the night beyond the light>its there level with the window of my room>gonna estimate about 100 - 200 metres away>at first I freak out in my head trying to figure what it could be>the only sound I could notice at the time was that resembling the motor of an old fridge, but way more subtle>not a helicopter>definitely too close to be a star, meteor, sun ect>as I'm getting more scared and curious as to what this is I get an overwhelming sense to lie back down>a certain type of calmness came over me>know I should be scared but for some reason I wasn't anymoe>just laid down calm and confused>fall straight back asleep within a minute or two

Next day.

>wake up>assume its all a dream>looks at curtains>exactly the same curtain is pulled back>fuckingwhat.jpg>urgency to tell friend but afraid of him just thinking I'm nuts or a liar>think to self maybe he will mention it>never does>we go have our bowl>watched David Attenborough >nothing was ever and has never been said>always ponder is he saw it there that night, or another time he was thee>will neve ask>still freaks me the fuck out whenever I think about it

Stupid as it sounds the worst part about this is whenever I watch a documentary with David Attenborough narrating, it always triggers the feelings and memories that went along that night. I fucking love his documentaries, and they're now semi-ruined because of what we chose to watch the next day.

>6-7 yr old>bed next to a wall with window, front of bed against a wall with a shitty wall-mounted tv, an n64 and an snes shit was rad yo>sleeping in my room peacefully>suddenly wake up in the middle of the night for no reason>as i opened my eyes i see a girl who i though was my sister looking down at me>she has a gentle smile and she looks really pale>"is that you sis?" "what are you doing in my room?">no answer>she quietly turns around and slowly walks out of my room. no footsteps, no nothing>does all this while smiling gently>she doesn't close the door >door was closed when i went to bed, now it was open>i thought to myself that she was either playing a prank on me or sleepwalking>screw you sis>back to sleep>wake up next morning>door is closed>eating breakfast with family>explain what happened last night >sis knows nothing of this>shrug it off as a dream>about a year later while visiting my now deceased gradma i tell her about this>she tells me she's had a similar experience and claims its her dead sister watching over us>years later i ask my dad did he have an aunt and why didnt i know about her>dad doesn't have an aunt>wtf gradma

i seent a ghost a week or 2 ago. a fast moving figure, all white, in my backyardi was looking out into the backyard just after coming inside from smoking a cig, about 130 am after tripping out for half and hour or so, i went outside with a knife to find no one

>When I was nine, I was riding in my Dad's truck on our way home from my grandparents' house, two counties below us. >It was about a one and a half hour ride, and as we pulled out of my parents' driveway, I noticed a classic disk shaped UFO, dome and all, hovering in the sky on my side of the car>It was positioned in such a way that I had to stick my head out and look up to see it. > I tried to tell my Dad, but he could not see it from the angle of the driver's seat.>I watch this thing for about five minutes, and then we go through some thick woods, blocking my view of it. The woods last for about a minute until we come out the other side.>It's gone.>Nobiggie.jpg>Literally before my eyes, we pass another bundle of trees and it is there again, like changing your expression under your hand when you wave it across your face.>Now I am intrigued.>Watch this fucking thing the whole ride home, every time we pass a large chunk of trees or buildings it disappears, and then ever time we do it again it comes back.>Get home, tell my Mom about it.>My Mom gets freaked and tells me that she had the same exact thing happen to her on her way home from work, which happened at the same time as me and my Dad's ride back from my grandparents'

Also, this isn't a childhood one, it was three days ago, but it was freaky.

>About a week ago, a tire blew out on my car and I wrecked it, so to get around, me and my Dad had to use the day to fix an old junker car we had sitting around that we previously didn't have a reason to fix.>The problem was a gas line that needed splicing>It is 8 o clock at night, sun just went down, we have an industrial level light keeping out work area in our driveway lit up, we are almost done, putting gas tank back on.>I slide out from under the car to get a ratchet for my Dad, and see a white, whispy figure of a man run right past me, from my right to my left. >I follow him with my eyes, but he runs faster than my eyes can follow, and runs into the open field that is our front yard. >As my eyes catch up to him, or where he should be, he is gone. >There is no way that whatever it was ran so fast that it hid behind a tree or something, because the nearest thing to hide behind is about 200 yards away. It was like as soon as he was out of my vision he popped out of existence.>I yell in surprise, my Dad asks what's wrong, and I can only respond with "I...uh...">I know it wasn't a guy, because we live in the middle of nowhere, and it didn't look like a real dude anyway. Looked like he was made of smoke.> tfw we actually live right next to a rural graveyard and my parents have told me about seeing similar white wispy figures before when driving past the place at night.>tfw

Alot of these could be easily dismissed as schizophrenia, over active imagination, sleep paralysis... But I can at the very least, share with you some un-explainable happenings in my life (Not exactly childhood).

When i was about 15, I lived in my grandmother's house with my mother. The home is a small and single story house, and all the bedroom doors were parallel to each other down the only hallway, and my bedroom was at the end parallel to my mother's.

One evening night after school, I was laying on my bed talking on the phone with my door closed, my mother was across the hall doing her hair with the door open. In the midst of my conversation with my lady friend at the time, I was cut off mid sentence by the virulent shaking of my door handle, as if someone wanted in.

I hung up the phone, and opened the door to investigate only to see my mother non-nonchalantly doing her hair in the mirror. Puzzled by this, I raised the question to her "Ma!?! were you trying to open my door???" she looked at me confused and replied "I thought that was you jiggling your handle". we both stared at each other wide-eyed and in awe.

She went to grandmother's room immediately, she spoke to her in spanish and explained what just happened (they're very superstitious and catholic), and then came out with a crucifix and a bible, and you bet your ass I slept with a bible between my mattress and that cross above my bed each night after...

Fun fact about the house, the room my mother was in across from me still has a bullet hole in the ceiling from when one of my uncles took his own life, he was going blind and schizo and ended it there. Might've been him, who knows...

Fast forward a couple years later, I was in my good friend's house, we usually play video games until we get bored, and then smoke some bud and jam some riffs on our guitaroz. But on one eventful night, when we had gone to have a midnight toke, we had quite a shock after we put up the guitars and began to burn some green.

We were sitting in his walk-in closet we called 'The Green room" (Because of all the weed posters and green christmas lights) and began to toke. Out of the blue while we're both just chillaxin', we here the acoustic guitar strike a horrid ghostly chord i'll never forget, as if somebody had struck all the strings and de-tuned them all at once.

*BROOOARRAHAWAhOAHWOORMMMMM* We both jolted up from our seats, worried that the guitar had fallen over and maybe broken a string, but when we got to the damn thing, it was upright and the strings were still vibrating. I reached my hand out to touch it, and when i felt the vibrato of the strings deaden against my fingers, it sent a chill up my spine, because I knew this wasn't natural.

All of the strings were horridly out of tune, when not even 30minutes ago it was in standard tuning and was playing just fine. My friend and I were speechless after that, and spent the rest of the morning chain smoking outside til the sun came out, pondering how it could've happened, how all the strings could be strummed while all 6 individual tuning pegs were de-tuned at once.

One last one, the most recent one that's happened in the last couple years.

It was a boring night at home by myself, and I had just picked up some greens, so I had my cousin drop by my place for some company. we figured there wasn't much to do at my house besides smoke and play left 4 dead, and we wanted to go party back in his neighborhood with some salacious teenagers around our age.

It was about a 2 hour drive, and my cousin didn't have a radio in his car, so we sat silently and stoned cruising up the empty desert highway lit by the orange glow of streetlamps, with no other cars on the road in sight. About halfway through the trip, I notice a bright green flash streak across the sky, it went directly over us and above the street lamps, it was parallel to the ground and jolted across the night sky faster than a damn bullet. In shock I cried "HOLY FUCK DID YOU SEE THAT!?!?!?!? DID YOU FUCKIN SEE THAT, DUDE!?!? WHAT THE FUCK!". my cousin caught a glimpse of it, but dismissed it as a meteor and to this day he doesn't recall it happening sadly (what an ass, right?).

The green orb thing tripped me the hell out, and after getting shit faced and plastered at my cousin's house for a couple days, I made it back home and remembered to look up the phenomena.

I pondered it for quite some time, Drones have green lights, but don't travel that fast... Military flares are green, but they come back down and have smoke trails... I have seen meteors with a green hue, but meteors have long tails and they also come down with gravity, never do the fly across the sky at such speed let alone fly straight like that.

I've seen a ghost unlock my door then try to teach me about the future sex abuse of my sibling. It was fucking whack I'm still learning what those all hauntings were about.

I've also seen a weird hovering light with my best friend whilst sober and 14 or so. We hadn't even started doing hallucinogens by then. It flew really weird, like horizontal and then as if it had no momentum vertically, then horizontally. Its movements were jerky and repetitive. It was a bit like a scanner but it was clearly going in a general direction, not back and forth constantly.

When I was a really little kid, around 2 or three, I had a game I would play where I would jump down a full flight of stairs. My parents didn't know, obviously they would have stopped me if they had, but every time I did it I didn't even think about it as being harmful, and I would land softly on my belly every single time, unscathed. It wasn't until I was five and I went to do it and suddenly had a moment of realization that jumping down the stairs is fucking stupid that the laws of physics seemed to apply to my stair-jumping.

Also, plenty of times I've been home alone in my house (Same house that the whispy white figures are around) and I'll hear, plain as day, my Mom, Dad, or even sometimes friends who have visited in the past yelling for me to come here. I know it's not my imagination, because my dog, who is almost always by my side, always perks her ears up and can hear it too. I usually just nope and lock myself in my room. Also a lot of clocks going off at random times, tv's turning off for no reason, doors opening for no reason, dogs staring at empty spaces, etc.I even used to have an old Tobey Maguire Spider-Man doll that, in the middle of the night for no reason, would start saying his phrases he says when you press his chest and his eyes light up. "I'm Spider-Man""It's web-slinging time""Whoah!"It has since broke and been shoved in an old box, but I still don't like the thing.

>>62322 yeah thats no SLAYER, when ever something or someone gives me the itches like that its my bodys way of telling me my aura or energy field is being punctured. Like a syringe, the fact that it wasnt a real plant says a lot too.. plants as far as I have encountered are not compelled to get aggressive like that.

No clue. I guess a dream shouldnt be ruled out, but i never have dreams(like once a year) and never have any control over what happens in them. Let alone can i actually feel callusks and fucking pull a hammyI remember always thinking it felt like this picture

Since I'm bored an this thread is filled with actual good stories I've decided to make a few posts. Bear with me since English is not my first language. And I'm not going to 'yellowtext' because I personally don't like it.

When I was five years old my 3 older siblings where members of a christian youth choir.This choir organized a yearly 'camp' for all members. My parents where asked to cook in one of those two week long camps, so I got to join the camp too.I use the word 'camp' in lack of a better word. It wasn't camping per se. They usually just rented huge buildings so that all participants (probably like 50 people) had a bed. Usually old monasteries, old hotels or castles that are for rent.

I shared a room with my older brother and we slept in a bunk bed. Since I was the younger brother I had to sleep on the bottom.One night I woke up and thought that my mattress was rather hard. Still half asleep I tried to get up, just to hit my head on the top bed after erecting myself for only like 20cm. I felt really weird there for a second before realizing that I was actually UNDER the bunk bed. Yet I had my pillow and my blanket down there!That didn't scare me that much. I thought that I was maybe sleep walking, or that my older brother pranked me while I was asleep. So I decided to climb into the actual bottom bed to continue sleeping. I crawled out from under the bed just to see a human shaped white figure standing in the middle of the room. It was completely white, except its eyes... its eyes were black. And it was watching me crawling from under the bed.I panicked and got back under the bed, under my blanket and then somehow managed to fall asleep.

The next morning I woke up in the bottom bed as if like nothing happened. I was terrified and told everybody the next morning. But of course no body believed a 5 year old boy.

I still remember this night 27 years later as if it was yesterday. And it definitely wasn't a dream.

Picture is actually related. It's the building this memory took place. Castle Schwandegg in Menzingen, Switzerland.

Since that incident I was convinced that 'ghosts' and haunting exist, I still am. I'm not saying that ghosts are actually souls from dead people. I just believe that there is still a lot that we don't know....

Anyway... When I was 19 or 20 I somehow managed to get a girlfriend. She was 16 years old and in training to become a nurse. The hospital she worked for provided one room apartments with shared kitchens and bathrooms for their trainees and employees in a building next to the hospital. She lived in one of those.I used to sleep over a lot of course. But I always felt weird in that building. I'm sure a lot of you know that feeling that you're not alone in certain places. That feeling in the back of the mind that you're being watched, that you're not alone. In that building that feeling was all around and REALLY strong. When I went to the bathroom at night to take a leak, it always felt like multiple entities were watching my every step. It just creeped me the fuck out.I didn't say anything to my girlfriend because we weren't together that long, and I didn't want to creep her off already, just because I was afraid in the dark (even with the lights on...) at night.But one night I just couldn't stand it anymore and just told her "This place creeps me the fuck out! I feel like this place is inhabited by a multiple ghosts! Don't you feel that?"Her answer was:"Finally someone who feels it too! I didn't want to say anything to not creep you out! I'm sure this is because the morgue was actually in the basement this building!"

I was speechless.

After this talk things got even weirder. Mostly items disappearing just to reappear a few minutes later in the most illogical places. That happened a lot.For instance, at one evening the two of us were lying in her small bed, watching tv. The program was crap so I wanted to change the channel. But the remote was nowhere to be found. So we got out of bed to search for the remote. Then I thought maybe it's entangled in the blanket, I shook the blanket so that the remote would fall out of it. It didn't. It wasn't on the bed or in the blanket and just nowhere to be found. So we decided that 'our ghost' must've took it, and we already knew that it would appear again at some point. So we crawled back into bed, under the blanket and continued watching tv.

10 Minutes later I found the remote. It was on top of the blanket.

And this entity seemed to be following her. There's one incident that gave both of us huge goosebumps.I remember when we were at her parents house we had a fight. I don't remember what it was about. But we we're basically shouting at each other and in the middle of this heated this discussion her stereo just turned on, just to play radio static and the volume kept going higher and higher. We both stopped our argument, she turned off the stereo. We we're freaking out. I thought one of us must've been sitting on the stereo remote or something like that.... Only to find out that the remote was lying on her desk on the other side of the room.

Whatever it was... I guess it just wanted for us to stop fighting. And of course we did.

cont from >>69938The item disappearing continued. But it didn't bother us that much. We both we're fine with the fact that we seemed to have some visitors from time to time. Since none of the incidents seemed aggressive or harmful we just went with it. Usually it was just items disappearing anyway. And funnily enough, when something important went missing, we just spoke to the empty room like:'Ok, you've had your fun. But I really need this right now', and oddly enough usually the item would appear in the most apparent places, like in the exact middle of the desk, so we could just grab it. Not like it appeared out of thin air. The item usually was just there all of a sudden. But as I said. We we're fine with it. And eventually there were no incidents anymore.

Fast forward two years. We got an apartment together. It was the first own apartment for both of us. So we were quite happy.The apartment was spread over 3 stories. First floor was kitchen and eating room, second floor was just the bedroom, and the third floor (the attic) was our living room.It was an old house and a lot of it was made out of wood. So it wasn't that unusual to hear creaking in the night. Especially when it was cold or really hot outside.So nothing out of the ordinary. But one afternoon I noticed smoke in the corner of my eye. It looked like someone was exhaling bong smoke right next to me. That's how much smoke I saw.That happened quite a few times, but always when I was alone. I never mentioned it to my girlfriend. One day she told me out of the blue: 'This place is haunted too... Please tell me I'm not the only one seeing smoke appearing out of nothing'.

We then found out that the building actually was burning a few years back. No body died in that fire though. No idea why there was 'ghost smoke'.

It wasn't only smoke. Strange smells also appeared. Really intense and weird smells that lasted for just 2 or 3 minutes and then just vanished.I remember one night when we were sitting with our friends in the living room, the stench of cheese fondue filled the room at 2 AM filled the room for 3 minutes. Our guests started to comment on it like 'Who the hell eats cheese fondue at 2AM?!?!?!' After 2 or 3 minutes it always went back to normal.

We lived in that apartment for 2 years and then moved to a bigger apartment. And there were no strange incidents anymore after we moved.

>be around 5 or so>near christmas time>we got an xmas tree lit up with lights plugged into mains socket or some bullshit>its in the bedroom upstairs, mom and aunt are talking outside the room or downstairs, I can't really remember>I'm sitting there suddenly intrigued by the socket in the wall>this is europe, so european style, looked like pic related>As I'm sitting there getting more intrigued by this socket, I decide to put my fingers to the two holes, right hand>suddenly, I hear a low buzzing sound, nothing like electricity but almost mechanical-like>see what looks like thin black plastic tubing slide out of the socket holes that I was touching with my fingers, slide over the tips of my fingers an inch or so out the socket, stay there for a second or two, before sliding back in, making the same mechanical weird buzz/hum sound>I'm sitting there in shock at what just happened staring at my fingers, confused and scared, yet I was conscious throughout and experienced no electrical shock or pain, no burn on my fingers>start crying>mom and aunt run into the room, ask me what happened>tell them I put my fingers to the socket and plastic came out>they freak out thinking I got electrocuted>I'm trying to explain what the fuck happened but can't because how bizarre it was>they look at my fingers and see nothing wrong, I insist that I didn't get shocked but literally can't explain

It was weird as shit and I never could figure out what happened.

The bizarre thing is that those holes are fucking small, there's no way I could have got my fingers inside, and I could feel the weird shit slide over my fingers and back in.

This actually has a really happy ending, bear with meWhen i was a little kid i saw a dog get ran over by a car. Im talkin flat, not getting up, dead on impact. Now i lived on pretty much a highway and i was always in my yard so ive seen this before. This one fucked me up because that dog i had found downtown when i went for a walk. It a border collie and follwed me around and stuff, was real nice. So when it came time for me to go home, it followed and i gave it some food and said goodbye. The next day it was still there waiting for me to feed it again and it got real exited when it sees me and starts heading over and then an SUV came. Weird thing is, few days later i got a border collie from my parents that said it was chilling on our porch. Im telling you now, best fuckin dog ive ever had, looking at it right now. Think the local news did a story on this, but i cant find it. Pic related. Names susie

>me and childhood buddy (10-11 y/o att) sitting in living room watching TV>stairs to to the second floor behind the couch, with the front door almost directly in front of said stairs, hallways leads straight into the kitchen|>Hear his dad (only parent) come in through the kitchen towards the stairs>We both turn and lock glances with him, he looks angry>walks up the stairs, staring at us with our heads turned afraid that we fucked up with the volume too loud or something. One hand gripped tightly enough to be audible with an aggressive look on his face>Ten minutes later, hard knock on the front door>It's his dad, he went for a run to the convenience store and forgot his keys. Need to unlock the front door to let him in>Ask him if he's trying to scare us and he get's all weird thinking we're smoking pot, checks our eyes and then checks his liquor cabinet>Both completely sober and had never smoked / drank in our lives at that point>Kicks me out and speaks to my father in concern the following day who assures I've never touched chems

>>61271When i was in my childhood i had a kitten that came when i called it. Any time it came in my room, it would get really nervous around my bathroom door. Look at me, the door, the exit. The other cats did this to whenever they where in my room. In the 5 years i lived there i never saw any of our animals in their. Bathroom gave off shitty vibes

Ive been putting off writing this for awhile but i guess ill go ahead and do it. Note that although i'm very open minded, i dont particularly believe in spirits, ghosts, demons etc. I assume there are scientific explanations whether we find them or not. Even these two could have been hallucinations or whatever. But its also important to know i do not have mental illness and if the theory is that i do, well, these are the only two times ive had anything happen. I have no idea what to make of them.

>be me, 7>sleep on couch everynight so i can watch disney channel>normal childhood fears probably. get freaked out when the ac turns on and it causes a door to open, etc. but not looking for stuff at all>laying on the couch one night trying to fall asleep, probably laid there for about two minutes>starting to relax muscles to prepare for dreams of being spyro>"DEMON CHILD" is whispered in my ear but was so loud sounded like it went through a megaphone>jump through the roof quicker than hancocks jizz>run and jump into my parents bed, dont say anything for about 10 years

fucking terrifying experience. it was either an older kids voice or a womans voice that was so loud it like hurt my ears, but was said in the way of a whisper.

Also before i get to this next one, i want to say that yes, i understand how absolutely absurd and hilarious this next one sounds but its true. Seems to be something straight out of a whacky dph trip.

>be 4, painting at the dining room table with my sister to my left, mom behind me diagonally to my right on the computer >infront of me is the fireplace wall, diagonally to the left is an opening to the living room and a door to my parents room and diagonally to the right is another opening to the living room and a door to my room and my sisters room>after a while get tired from painting and lean back to stretch>something starts morphing out of/flosting through my parents bedroom door>its a menacing pumpkin head on top of a silly trench cloak floating off the ground bobbing up and down as it floats>what the actual fuck>floats across the living room, it having to go behind the fireplace where i lose sight and comes out the other side by the hallway door leading to my room>god why>floats through the door>stare frozen, start crying and my mom and sis comfort me, i finally tell them what i saw>both terrified because that shits fucked up and i was clearly traumatized

I play minecraft in order to destroy the shit that stupied fags make in that game, I mean these nerds spend hours in their parents basements making shit out of interwebz legos, post your best greifing stories. bump for griefing please don't banned me again there are only so many mcdonalds in sacramento that I can go to to avoid your banhammer o and the mods on this page are fags, that are to ban happy they should get off minecraft and into a chick sincerely -pissed off advocate of free speech o and the shitposting train has not stopped

I don't think I've posted this story here, been only lurking here I believe. okay so here goes cause bump

>about 3-4 years old>just about some of the earliest memories>late at night, family about to go to sleep>laying in the bed with my mother on my right and my sister on my left (3 yrs older)>dark in the room, just some starlight or moonlight coming through the windows>look down at the end of the bed>2 entities that have some sort of fluid human appearance just straight up standing or guarding there, third one coming up through the floor to the right, while the one on the left slightly moves to the left and right and descends down through the floor>feeling completely peaceful about it>"mommy who are these over there?">"who where?">show towards the entities>"there's nothing there my boy, go to sleep">"okay mommy">Fall asleep>Never seen anything again like that, never bothered asking mother about it either

One could say it was just child imagination or something but I also remember some moments when I imagined monsters behind the windows and there's a clear distinction of thought between imagination memories and that one, which as far as I can tell, felt real.

[Hook:]Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)

[Verse 1:]Easy back it up uh, easy back it up uhEasy back it up uh, easy back it up uhEasy back it up bring it back come rewindDouble D top, 43 inch behindBooty duty onion bootyBaby do your dance drop it like a hot potatoDo a full point stance both hands on the ground ass in the airI'm a make you feel it through your pants, hand full of hairI met this stick ass broad her name was MomoShe live in Sacramento in the townI was on a pine of tuna while squeezing coronasShe was on a tree took her home and I bong bongGod damn the sex was good, she was from the hoodGot me hard as wood hit it like I shouldI ain't gotta front get it understoodI do what I want, suckers do what they could

[Hook: x2]Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)

[Verse 2:]A regular party is some fake shitCome find me where the girls dance naked, tryI wanna get my dick sucked in the VIP in the stripclubLooked around and found me oneMy flavour I'm trying to pound on someShe got nice titties (nice titties), long weave kinda prettyShe turned around, damn, too much booty in the passI told her shake that monkey! I'm feelin' this shitIt's so funkySomebody said that's right baby girl bounce that back sideIt ain't real that's her new buttI don't give a fuck bitch toot it up

[Hook: x2]Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)

[Verse 3:]Back that ass up like a dump truckWe don't go crazy in the club, we go dumb fuckLook, looking at her dance I know shawty want itI had to go crazy E-40 on itAnd shawty stupid bad but her man a mart'Gon' tell his stupid ass you had a change of heartYou don't smoke weed girl you better startThen she back that ass up in paralel

[Verse 4:]Like them big booty girls with that long hopSaid she a cali girl but she never ever duckShe be traveling she be say coming from BrazilLooking like a bag full of hundred dollar billsAnd ah, shaking like a B12 in the airChilling with me, we smoke a bill out of gasNow let me see you back it up like a dump truckWe're looking for a high girl we don't give a fuck

[Verse 5:]Shorty I might be your first but I will not be your worstAnd if you give me a chance I bet I make your shit squirtI take my dick out my pants and then she lift up her skirtI told her back her the fuck at me I put that thing in reverseNow can I drop a reverse, hell yeahBeat the pussy up why you understand withShawty said I'm crazy as hell and she's scaredBut she said it feels real good oh yeah

[Hook: x2]Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)

>>72697You're shit talking a spooky story thread on /spooky/, great job. Most people understand that most if not all of these are fabrications and are reading them for entertainment; then there's the %1 like you who just don't get it. Do you think you're being cool by trying to shit on other peoples fun? Is that how you get your kicks you sad little man?

>>72707You know I actually got the name The Boat because I got horrifically burned at the Bear Stearns Christmas party in 07. Yeah they didn't want no body ugly there so they set me on fire and threw me off the partially complete crown jewel of the Bear Stears empire, so say that I went up north and live on to this day...

>>61271I used to play hide-n-seek with my cousins and one night I tried to hide behind the house when I hear a monstrous sound coming out from there. I simply froze for a second and then ran away as fast ap. Now that I think about it it did sound somewhat like a very very angry cat but it was a lot more powerful than the sound a puny cat can make. And why would a cat make that noise when it saw me, a kid under 12 years old, I wonder. To me, back then, it sounded like a dragon.

I had a fucked up dream when I was a babyfirst memorythese weird acid-hippy painted masks that my parents had were hovering over my bed, asking eachother what they would do with meI hid my face unde scratchy wool blanket, and when I looked again they were goneI still have onepic related

>>73310>>73311when i said "it's not going anywhere", i meant as in it's not going to die considering how old it is and everyone posts some kind of a story instead of just "bump" to keep it alive, not "just let it die" meaning.

holy shit, how did a 4year old thread survive on b? And how did i not notice it for the last three years? Anyway

> yes op, i remember seeing three black circles rotating round each other in the sky one day. My dad who was there said they were ufos and we had better go inside. Thats about it. I later decided it was a dream...

You know, it's a comfort to have threads like this exist, like the rascals thread on /1701/ it's nice to pop in now and then and see that thing you read fucked up as shit years ago still exist in cyberspace keep the spooks alive

>hunting in upper PA, 60 miles south of NY>Rifle Season, so i've got my 30-06>hike 5 miles deep for epic spot in a valley>I was walking on old deer trails, since there was no beaten path>find spot, sit on the ground and lean on a large tree>chill, smoke a cig wait for deer>It was about 4PM so its still light out>End up falling asleep.>wake up and its almost pure dark.>Realize there is about 50 lit candles arranged in a circle around my tree.>Shit pants>Load gun>Leave

I haven't posted in 2 years on this thread, glad to see it's still alive. So here is another story from my moms old scary condo.

>be in 5th grade>im usually the first to come home since my brother is in middle school and comes home an hour later.>first thing you see when you open the door is the stairs to second floor that's connected to the living from.>see a old lady with old fashion nightgown like [pic related] going up the stairs with no feet.>fuck that jazz.jpg>storm out of the house without even locking the door to my friends house that lived 3 houses down.

Tell him about the whole ordeal and from what he told me was that the family that had previously lived there had sold the place after the grandma had past away.

I posted the thing about the ant before, that bit/shocked me and I think it was either an alien, demon, or something sent to see how I fared.

Second story is definitely a ghost btw

Oh I haven't posted getting choked by a demon yet that'll be new kinda

I was like 23 so still a petulant child, and I went to bed on my back despite not doing so in like a decade. I awake to find myself unable to open my eyes and a purple demon choking the shit out of me. I started struggling and trying to say "Help me" to my family but I could barely breathe. I finally started getting the words out when the Tarot's minor arcana aces flashed before me, the Sword Cup Wand and Pent cards from the deck I was using. The demon let go and looked at me for a second then turned away and I was released.

Woke up pretty fucked up for a while over that, I think it was a demon trying to kill me not just "Durr random paralysis" that every doctor tries to sell with a prescription and the tarot were a warning of what's to come. I remember gasping for breath for a good while and just thinking "Wow I almost fucking died"

Slept on my back plenty since then, no random demons. Well once I was awoken by the devil who attempted to possess me and slammed me into the fucking bed (literally rocked into it and off the thing like an inch) but he's a pissant. Btw he told me he was the Satan and I said "You're a faggot" and he said "Do you have any idea what you're doing?!" Angry as fuck, jealous bitch

One time me and my friends were driving around, he was speeding and playing with his car and we were all having fun. We take this corner to our old school and see a pair of legs walking across the road right in front of the car. He slams the brakes and we all say we saw them too and get creeped out. They were white as a ghost, looked like they had shoes but hard to tell. Stopped at the knees. We always used to see this plaque by the bike parking that said a girl got hit there. That was pretty crazy, we talked about it all the time. Even crazier that we all saw the same thing.

Same friend that was driving and me used to go around our neighborhood at night with a flashlight. We'd shine them at cars to be assholes, and after a while at night we started seeing these shadows that looked like a person jumping from roof to roof. We dubbed him the 'Roofhopper' and went looking for him sometimes. One time me and him shined the light on a chimney we thought he was behind and there was a humanoid figure the same color as the chimney with black fucking holes for eyes standing next to it, staring at us. We flipped and ran.

Later a friend pretended to get caught by it because it tripped us out, but the fucking thing was real. I was like 13 it was one of the most fucked up things I've seen

Basically my nan had a really creepy house, it was huge and used to be a bed and breakfast about 70 years ago. It's super creepy as it is because you walk down this corridor full of empty rooms, still furnished for the most part but not used. My parents own a restaurant and they used to leave us there (me and my bro) some evenings. Always wear noises at that place but I put it down to the old building moving or the wood beams just expanding and retracting from the weather or something. Anyway, I remember this distinct person crossing the corridor into one of the rooms... I was like huh.. that aint right. So me and my brother work up the courage to go and check it out after playing rock paper scissors to see who would go first. Of-course it's me... even though I won the RPC game. SO I psych myself up like a beserker and just smash through slamming the door wide open... motherfucker dicks me in the but. turns out it was a homeless man , he's just going to town on my anus, like really giving it to me... hes got me against the floor and hes just like "yeehboy yeeeah" and I am in hysterical tears by this point. My brother is standing there with a grin on his face, turns out it was all a prank

> Staying at my grandmothers house.> The building had two stories and a basement.> Had to sleep on the top floor while my parents slept down below.> Was drying my hair before bed when I began uncontrolably saying "Jesus loves me" in my head.> I enter the bedroom and climb into a queen sized bed.> Throwing the covers over my head, I fear something divine may happen.> I hear a loud voice from across the room that seems to talk in Latin (according to 8 year old me).> Right after I feel a weight on my chest ( identical to what happens under sleep paralysis).> I hear a baby screaming ontop of me.>This lasts for about a minute before going silent.

This has never happened since, aside from the occasional lsd+weed hallucination or mushroom trip.

>>73770this isn't from my early childhood but i thought i'd still share.

>be me>be 17 year old wanna be trap lord>my group of friends plan a camping trip>we scout locations, settling on camping in a ridge between two hills by the lake>the night arrives>one of my friends bring his gf, bringing us up to five people>we set up all five hammocks, start the fire and the festivities ensue>white owls, backwoods and beers are going around>totallyrekt.jpeg>we party like the edge lords we late into the night, and the little anxiety i had going in dissipates>its around 3-4am and we decide to call it a night and get in the hammocks>everyone gets all cozy (including me) and they all fall asleep>not me>restlesslegsyndrome.exe>soon the autumn nights silence is broken by footsteps, which alerts one of my half-asleep friends>im getting spooked as the rustling of the leaves gets closer>soon i can see a set of glowing eyes>OH FUCK NAH>friends gf says she wants to bail>everyone is out of their dank coma and on their feet>im still fucked up but im helping as we all rush to get our shit>i cant find the eyes anymore and im getting SERIOUSLY SPOOKT>we hit the trail back to the car in almost complete silence>im in the back, softly playing music as we trudge through the leaves>still in a haze, i begin to hear rustling again>it sounds like something bipedal, following us>i stay silent, not wanting to scare anyone>we all get in the car safe and all get home>get some good ass sleep in my bed at home>notthistime.jpeg

my friends swear it was just a deer, but i'm still unsure. it didn't sound like it was walking on fours. either way, i stay away from lake allatoona now. i recommend anyone in the metro atl area to do the same. ive got some other spooky shit to tell about the lake, i might come and post about it later.

I am English but yeh fuck the American Wild. It's scary for someone like me who's biggest Forrest is about 3 hours walk from end to end. The amount of people who go missing in your national parks... I would have doubts about it being a deer too.I read that the FBI know about it and there are pockets of run away "tribal" people who live in these hidden communities in the vast national parks. They steal kids for what ever reason... Probably for butt stuff. That's the logical explanation, other people swear there are aliens that live underground in the mountains and come down, then you got that old ape man thing, the native verbal legends of skin walkers and all that jaz. Shit is cray my N.

>>73833yeah its fuckin spooky out here mane. im not really sure what it was to this day, im pretty much a skeptic so i dont think it was aliens or bigfoot or a skinwalker. whatever it was im not going back to find out. im a big ass puttie

>>61346story 1 he definitely was looking for something. the fact that he knew you were there by looking at you probably meant he was trying to get you to look there for something. maybe it was hidden under the carpet or in the wall there. do you still have that house?story 2 - the cross / home is weird. sounds to me like the jerusalem cross which has bars at the end of each arm, but the red dot is like the bindi of hindu culture. it also is similar to a crosshair target used in rifles...

>>61281i have dozens of similar stories... when animals are much bigger than they really are in nature, it is a case of a demon shapeshifter taking the form of that animal... in this case a grasshopper... I personally witnessed a crow in my backyard that was the size of a lion... it used to rap rap rap on my bedroom window every night at 3am...

one time i was walking through brush taller than me on an island in the middle of a river, when i came upon a clearing with an eagle in front of me that was the size of a moose.... it took off a second later and its giant wingspan of 15 feet across went WOOSH WOOSH WOOSH, as if it was a dragon taking off... it was 10 feet away but blew with the force of the wind at me. i stood there in shock for a moment, then called out to my dad who was maybe 30 seconds behind me on the island, to see if he saw or heard that and he had not.

>>61350yeah, wow, i've had some tactile phenomenon of my own... of my 100's of paranormal experiences, 3 stories come to mind that were the most frightening to me... They're all equally disturbing, but i'll share them from least worst to utterly terrifying.

I was at my friends house 2 years ago (september 2015) and we were drinking and using this App that allows ghosts to talk to you... it was late, about 3 am, and we started getting freaked out so decided to go to bed. 2 minutes later my friend was happily snoring away...and that's when it started. Now my friend owned a giant 3 floor colonial made in the 1800's, and he would often tell me there were people who died there, but i never had any experiences staying over until that night.. we were the only 2 there, and as soon as my friend fell asleep, there were footsteps running across the floor upstairs. i sat up and tried to meditate, telling myself that they couldn't harm me. when i did that, all of a sudden one of the spirits ran down the stairs, down the hall, and jumped on my friend's bed right across from me... his bed was at least a full, if not a queen, and this thing jumped on the bed with enough force not just to make an impression or move the sheets, but literally made my friend's body bounce up and down. it freaked me out so much and my hairs were standing on end. i closed my eyes and concentrated on filling my heart with feelings of love, and all at once the noise stopped... i didn't get much sleep that night... stayed awake until it started getting light outside.

story 2. I remember the date clearly. November 28th, 2012, the night of the lunar eclipse. i wont go into the full story, because it would take too much time, so i will just fast forward to about 1am. i had woke up at 1am. i had left the lights on when going to sleep because i was freaked out from earlier encounters in the night. all of a sudden, i hear someone walk into the room. my cat is on my bed, and we both are following the sound of the footprints as they walk across my room, then around the foot of the bed until they are right next to me... it is at this point i feel something cold enter my ear canal and pour down my throat. it scared me and i couldn't do anything against it other than plug my ear with my finger and feel the cold in my inner ear on my finger. i cried myself to sleep... i woke up an hour later to every muscle in my body in a state of flex... at first i thought it was anxiety or hypertension because of all i had gone through, and i tried to meditate it away... but then i realized i wasn't causing this to happen... and further realized that this entity that was doing it wanted me to submit... i had gone to sleep thinking that i wasn't going to let this all beat me, and was going to continue with my plan (a 14 page outline i had come up with to help save the world the previous day, but had torn up in a fit of fear and paranoia after all this started) and i felt this presence controlling my muscles wanted me to subm